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.

[Greg Skura]

Wow you are so eloquent with words! Thank You for sharing!

[Matthew Paul]

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I like this. Wait, no, I love this. So well worded, Emily. Such a cleverly thought out description of poetic conversation.

(I hope I am on the right line there)

[AG]

this was a very raw write.

there is a slight aphasia of emotions. the once malevolent surge of feeling becoming merely a memory yet to be regained even with the utmost effort.

there are indeed baffling losses of even the most vivid of things and it is somehow perplexes how these ideas and moments lose their lustre in time pychollogically and poetically.

very nice.

[Plexiglass]

I'm not crazy about the first five lines but I am crazy about the next 12. I thought this was an excellent poem. "I still grieve those vacant hours" is my favorite line from here, along with the very last one. Great job and expert use of language.

[Poets Soul]

I like this piece. It feels like waking up from a dream and knowing you had a dream, but you are not quite sure what it was. You captured the moment well. ty PS

[Divine Pain]

such a good poem, I'm really feeling this. Brought back memories.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Oh that we could scrape our subconscious. That we could scrape our souls free of all of those loves gone by, but in scraping that subconscious, might we inadvertently scrape free something that was only just beginning to take form? The mind is a complicated place ... and when we consider that it is only a short stroll to the soul, one must wonder how we manage to navigate our daily existences.

Your poem struck a wonderful balance between memories and aspirations. I enjoyed it deeply.

[KUFU]

This work is kind of sad.
Better to have loved and lost rather than never to have loved at all...hehe

[Sel Whiteley]

This is such a beautifully reminiscent and melancholy piece about dreams that depict lost love and opportunity, and what is a more transient and intangible vehicle of memory than dreams. I love how you repeat 'its' with each sentence so we get a very definite catalogue of who the person is:

I still grieve those vacant hours
always harder before the rain comes.

And:

when my mind rambles on
running through hidden rhythms
looking for something greener.

Another masterpiece.

[Robert Luna]

And it is in sorrow the burning existence of what I was is no more
In fading dreams I find the remaining parts of a life I once knew
Silence enters but its thunderous moans left behind deafens
I am not whole and I see only the shattered shards of something more
In between the sun and moon lies a life
Tied to the fabric of nothing more than
that which you would find in a forgotten dream

Very heavy are these words and they inspire such a deep rolling of thoughts in my head. You are once again the inspiration to so much more than words and thoughts. You are an inspiration for a life to be lived.


Great Job!!!!!!!!