Dreams

My knuckles are to the wall;

They have dreams of breaking through.

 

My head is to the floor

Dreaming of a time it might rise.

 

My parts dream separately from me;

Each with its own will.

 

My ears have dreams of loving whispers.

My lips have dreams of listening admirers.

 

I think my eyes have the best intentions;

They dream of beauty in everything.

 

So, if I accomplish nothing in life,

My eyes have had their dreams come true.

 

-For Larry

 

12/11/07

Author's Note

This poem was written for a poet friend of mine who was told by an "expert" that he used personification too much. HA!

Reviews

[fallen_sueanne]

This was good, whether it had "too much" personification or not ;)