Death of A Dream

This poem aims to highlight the power of idealism and how it affects us psychologically, specifically how it can blur the lines that separate the fanciful and fantastical from reality.

Lightly sleeping,

Ever so lightly,

Pitter-patter and

Mind over matter.

Be it after gently weeping,

Or softly speaking,

I doze and let my

Consciousness shatter,

Desperately craving and

Desperately keeping

My life intact, like stone,

Unable to spatter

Like briskly whisked batter

With too little salt

And much too much pepper.

 

But unlike stone, I

Dream far less concretely,

But I dream of stars and

Light and sumptuous feasts to fiercely eat,

As I abide to this delicacy

And revel in its sweet fragility.

I slumber, far from pain

And instruments that beat

Me to a pulp, striking

At my hands and feet

And happily unscathed and free

From sensitivity.

 

But in my dreams,

I jump, I laugh,

Fly and soar,

Leap and swim �"

Not ever a bore!

As I bask in the crimson light

Of my unconsciousness’s might,

And like the amazement beset

From old Folk Lore,

I am the sheer wonderment �"

And so much more �" as

I live what has been

Lived already in Past’s night,

Free from fright

And guided by

Fantasy’s light.

Oh, the joy and gayfully

Galloping evermore!

 

But like and unlike

The sun

That rises day to day,

I wake,

In spite of my feeble

Attempts to be a hindrance,

I wake, I wake

And strike a stake,

Every night and every day

I strike a stake

Through the tender hearts

Of my tender dreams

As I wake to a life

I now believe to be fake.

Author's Note

In a sense, this poem acts as a tribute to our subconscious selves and the extent to which our subconscious selves affect our conscious selves mainly through the affect our dreams have on our perceptions of and desires for our own realities. This poem is less about the realm of dreaming or even the power of dreams and more so about how we perceive our dreams after the fact, with a logical and rational mind.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

It is sad with age and time. We accept less.
"As I wake to a life
I now believe to be fake."
I believe we must change directions and find something we can enjoy before we give-in or give-up. I enjoyed this poem. Left something for the reader to think about.
Coyote

[DevKass92]

I believe all poetry is meant to leave the reader thinking, so I am glad I achieved that for you with this poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

This is our goal. To make laugh, cry, smile or think. You did.

[costa siwale]

This is amazing! the theme of an illusory life fabricated by our subconscious as we are lost to in semi-death (sleep). An incredible piece, cant wait for more.

[DevKass92]

Thank you, Costa. I appreciate the kind words.