Sunday, May 11, 2014

Magpie #219

I am a dream
 

I? I am a dream.
You?  You are the wind
That blows me,
Bends me to your will.
You are the sun, caressing,
Searing.
You are the sea; whipping,
gnashing, lashing, washing.
I am your plaything,
Tossed, abused, loved,
Used.
Kicked to the curb.
Left to awaken dry,
Parched, singed,
Coated with brine.
 

7 Comments:

Blogger Kalpana Solsi said...

The forces of Nature play with dreams to toss , turn and sear. But will one stop dreaming NO............

12:57 AM  
Blogger Robyn Lee said...

Ah, sweet and not so sweet dreams!

1:50 AM  
Blogger Helen said...

I love the phrasing and structure of your poem. Happy Monday!

12:12 PM  
Blogger Belva Rae Staples said...

This is some great writing!

1:54 PM  
Blogger Sumana Roy said...

this dream is like a leaf cut off from the life tree and at the mercy of elements....

1:17 AM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Excellent Rel...one of your best...

2:45 PM  
Blogger Sue said...

This chick needs to break free!

Well done.

=)

1:53 PM  

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