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.
posted by rel at 8:10 PM
7 Comments:
The forces of Nature play with dreams to toss , turn and sear. But will one stop dreaming NO............
Ah, sweet and not so sweet dreams!
I love the phrasing and structure of your poem. Happy Monday!
This is some great writing!
this dream is like a leaf cut off from the life tree and at the mercy of elements....
Excellent Rel...one of your best...
This chick needs to break free!
Well done.
=)
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