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,
You are the sea; whipping,
gnashing, lashing, washing.
I am your plaything,
Tossed, abused, loved,
Kicked to the curb.
Left to awaken dry,
Parched, singed,
Coated with brine.


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 of your best...

2:45 PM  
Blogger Sue said...

This chick needs to break free!

Well done.


1:53 PM  

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