riding dreams

It's something about

dreams I can't remember

when my mind rambles on

running through hidden rhythms

looking for something greener.

It's something about

meeting you there in the mists

in-between natural conversation

and forgotten memories.

Having known you

and lost you and found you,

I still grieve those vacant hours

always harder before the rain comes.

It's something about

the way you hold my hand--

I'm sure of it--even if,

I can't remember how it felt.

Reviews

[C. Harter Amos]

What a wonderful poet you are, and what an illusive, beautiful painting of someone you love inside a dream you've given us! "I still grieve those vacant hours always harder before the rain comes" very profound and almost a seperate thought from the rest of the poem, still so well written; my favorite lines of the poem. Maybe because the whole poem strummed my heart-strings. Beautifully done, Emily. xx - Mimi.

[J.P. Bristow]

this is subtle..yet aches. The addition of emotion while it rains was enchanting and somehow heartbreaking. Lovely write.

[Gheeneil]

I think this is about the mind wandering back without the heart. The mind actually remembers but the heart doesn't---so much like the love that never was. This is an interesting read.

[run vs remember]

That's sweet. Because I read it twice, and the words just flowed perfectly. But at the same time it's a pretty vague poem. I read it twice, but I can't say that I understand every part of it. I love that.

[Anita B Jacques]

Beautiful and so sad, I like it and can also connect. the heart doesn't forget. A very good and emotional piece. thank you for sharing. God Bless
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[Panda]

This poem is intriguing. I have had those dreams of someone, though I can not picture their face. And they make me feel alive inside, and my heart race. It seems I can feel them near me in my dreams, but in reality they disappear, and they are no where to be found. I believe that dreams introduce us to things and people we do not even know, kind of like a premonition. I hope the man or woman of your dreams finds your hand in reality. Dont give up.

Beauitful poem and I love the descriptive words you used. It flowed together quite nicely. Well done :)

[Ravenskald]

nice , interesting
deja vu and maybe a little reincarnation
if all thats true
we should know everyone by now
perhaps we just keep forgetting

R

[Sarah B.]

memory is one of the most strangest feelings especially concerning love, whichever type, has you holding onto it into the last minute of things. thank you for sharing such a heartfelt poem :)

[Jason Henry]

while i read this, it took me back to childhood. just the old feeling of being a kid...and then the poem ended and i felt old again lol.
but this was really a lovely read. you've shown me something greener. thnx :)

[zig]

this is beautiful emily, truly beautiful... and its easy for me to relate to at the monemt... good poem... good moment. id say more but why ruin it.

zig

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

amazing write. held me throughout. flow was as brilliant as content, which was extremely brilliant by itself.

Cheers!
FF