Soft images bleed together
What I clearly see fades to yellow
A mystical sun parts unknown clouds
Sunrise at waist level washes clean a world unknown
Shadows cling on the edges waiting
Mountains share ocean breezes as sand drifts by
People I remember look like mannequins
Waiting to be added or removed from the stage
My heart picks at them hoping this time they join in
Pulse and breath make a backbeat to still moments
I look upon the landscape of my conscious
My fears dance with my desires, a two step
It’s hideous beauty resonant in every feature
Focus bares a new scene, the players are set
A curtain parts to begin Act 1, Scene 1
I remember her, so lovely and cold
It was how many years ago
And him, we drink and talked for days
But you, who are you?! What plans come from you?
I fall into a thousand color world
Bits become images, sounds words
The dream is more alive than I am.
You definitively capture that dream state in this poem.But the end is sad, “the dreams are more alive than I am.” Nice write Mark 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dreams often are far more lively than real life. Not meant to be sad, but I understand the thought. BTW, October I make my published debut in Spillwords. Thanks for sharing site.
LikeLike
Oh awesome! Way to go Mark. I cant wait to read your poem/writing. Its a great site 🙂 And yes I agree, sometimes I wake up and think my dreams are much more fun.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You have so many things that happen for no reason. It’s got a beauty in the random patterns
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ll let you know when it on site
LikeLiked by 1 person
This poem is wonderful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I had a girl ask me to review her blog. She had a nice dream poem and made me think what I could do with a dream. I’m getting published in October in Spillwords, so I figure I’m feeling good about poetry today.
LikeLike
That is wonderful that you are getting published in Spillwords. I would feel pretty good about poetry too if I were you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I only feel really good about a quarter of them. So maybe I’m expecting too much. Thanks for the kind words. I’m spending to much time looking into moving and not enough writing. 😕
LikeLike
I think that under the circumstances you should be spending a lot of time in looking at moving. You may be moving soon!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Writing is far easier on me than the moving thing
LikeLike
Hahahaha! I can see why. Moving is HARD!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Finding a place is hard. Clearing out the old place is hard. Moving across the country is life threatening apparently. 😲
LikeLike
Why is it life threatening?
LikeLiked by 1 person
My afore mentioned wife likes to know fine details like when, and how? Without these and preparing for a move, my life could be threatened. She carries a gun for a living
LikeLike
Hahahahaha! Better watch your back! LOL!
LikeLiked by 1 person
If she shots more than once she’s toying with me
LikeLike
Hahaha! She wants to make sure you suffer if she shoots more than once.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yep! Can’t let me go easy. 😉
LikeLike
Hahahaha! You just need to RUN!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m not faster than a speeding bullet…. But why does Superman need to be faster than a bullet if they bounce off him anyway?
LikeLike
I never thought of it that way but that’s a good question!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I just thought of it while writing that.
LikeLike
Hahahaha! That’s funny!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Splendous !
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you darling. You dreams inspired a quick write. Hopefully the sand slipping through the fingers feel
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yeah ! You have penned very beautifully !
LikeLiked by 1 person
I channel a thought and let it go. It finds its path without much help sometimes.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely right !
LikeLiked by 1 person
The mods of my writing changes if I pick up later on a thought. I try to avoid doing that on shorter pieces
LikeLiked by 1 person