Gripping Dreamscape Quietly.A Poem by Ben Lingemann
My opalescent dreams hang just out of reach, milky, spoilt with waking.
Burlesque imaginings wishfully realized out of the breach, fantasies of my own making. Voluminous clouds of confusion cover our weighty decisions with the familiar sheen of normality. Maybe you’ve just woken now, part way through, awakening with surprise at the life half lived. © 2011 Ben LingemannAuthor's Note
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Added on March 8, 2011 Last Updated on March 8, 2011 Author
Ben LingemannJunction City, CAAboutSmall-town. Taken. Scrabble amateur. My poetry is started by my heart but then is beaten and abused by my brain, I generally think it shows. I write for myself, I always have and will continue regard.. more..Writing
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