ode to the broken dream

O dream, is this your quiet end we see, 

With shadowy sheets that cover all we knew? 

Dark, shining lips purse in final decree, 

Pointy ears prick skyward, bidding adieu.

 

Corn stalks stand, pondering the night's last gleam, 

Silent fields murmur, a soft, mournful sound, 

In streams where bream lie belly-up, we dream, 

Of days unbroken, where hope still is found.

 

Yet in your passing, dreams are not all lost, 

For in the dawn, new visions softly tread, 

And though we ponder what this night has cost, 

We linger in the twilight, thoughts unfed.

 

O dream, though shadows mark your twilight call, 

New dreams will rise, and we shall dream them all.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

My dear friend. A wonderful journey into your thoughts.
"Corn stalks stand, pondering the night's last gleam,
Silent fields murmur, a soft, mournful sound,
In streams where bream lie belly-up, we dream,
Of days unbroken, where hope still is found."
I adored the above lines. I do believe unbroken thoughts and hope. Still can be found. Thank you dear friend for sharing the wonderful and amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Coyote 🙏🏻

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel dreams lying on the bottom belly up...but this must be temporary...has to be.
And thank you for asking about the reading...ended up being a really good discussion on writing poetry and music as one of the participants was Ash Blair---an amazing guitarist who has played at the Grand Ole Opry with Tenille Arts....

There is still hope, we have to believe that.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Now that’s a creative interaction that brings hope and revitalises dreams! Good to hear and share the success. May more such meetings come your way 🙏🏻