Drunk on Dreams

Drunk on Dreams

A Poem by Mark
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I started writing something dark for the season, but this insisted on being born instead. I should've kept drinking I think.

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I don't know if it was after
or maybe it was before.
Time is just not right here
no ceiling, no f'in floor.

maybe it was the darkness
or pale skin from the moon.
Whatever did create this
has left us way too soon.

The blackness of the chimney 
the red rose almost sings.
sharpened thorns lost pity
and stung my head in rings.

We stand and shiver on carpet
lost in this place unkind
we never tried to stop it
this house made from my mind.

Dripping stairs all pooling up
fathom laughter  unaware.
in shuffles the drooling cup
with full and chasmed stare.

Angel wings and druid past
hanging in our balance.
Built decayed, not to last
my twisted pent up palace.

What should be love, not loss
is now dried bones in cancer.
longing lasts in maiden toss
no ringing phones could answer.

We'd spent this hot cold night
in glowing mildewed dreams.
We all knew soon it wasn't right
but all too late it seems.

For though it was creation
from a God forever poor,
We once bold, lost all sensation
while looking for a door.

© 2012 Mark


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A nice flow of thoughts in the poem. Took me to many places and thoughts.
"Angel wings and druid past
hanging in our balance.
Built decayed, not to last
my twisted pent up palace"
The ending made the poem complete. Some doors cannot be found. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote'


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Hi Mark, a very dark and poignant expression of quietly raging at the moon. Reads so well with easy flow. Great.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mark

12 Years Ago

Thanks John
great piece, loved the following bit

Angel wings and druid past
hanging in our balance.
Built decayed, not to last
my twisted pent up palace. :))

Posted 12 Years Ago


i like it mark,,,a little dark maybe, but it is the season,,,i like the contrasts you have used, well crafted. ,,,the red rose almost sings,,,,beautiful image. the 2nd verse, i could visualize standing in the darkness with the pale moon giving some light,,,all around good poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


"What should be love, not loss

is now dried bones in cancer.

longing lasts in maiden toss

no ringing phones could answer." I like this a lot. This is dark and a little....eery. Have to agree with E.L.

Nice!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mark

12 Years Ago

Thanks sweets :) glad you liked it and I was going for eery, so guess I did good!
Ooooh eerie, you're speaking to something bigger in the two first stanza's, I can feel it, but you're not sure, if you should have been drinking, to capture it better, or like it happened for real, and they left..... "almost kind of feeling" Stung your head in rings, means that, you're turning in circles? just wondering, obsessed? facts? loved that line though... reading further, you sadden me on the real/or made up fact of: " Osteosarcoma" to say it in latin terms... yearning, not getting, pain, and hope, I feel in the last stanza's, interpret only from a Dutch mind, remember, but I like your style... ;)

E.L.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

Dutch, is a language, with many Latin in it, influences, Indo-German, but also Roman influences, so .. read more

12 Years Ago

But I speak fluently Italian, and some Spanish too, as I am 1/4 Spanish, and Lived in Italy for a co.. read more

12 Years Ago

I mean with that, Latin is easy for me, to understand, also loved the comment beneath, didn't need a.. read more
Veni Lego Amabam

I came...I read...I liked

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

It's the most raping factor of language, we can better fight a bit ;)
That_Guy

12 Years Ago

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