The Coming of Realization

My first poem published, dealing with the realization of human greed and power from a dream.

I had a dream, the night before;

Swaying with the wind down by the shore.

Pondering aloft the fire below:

Is this real? My watch ticks slow.

Caressing the presence never to submit,

Witnessing life of those who commit.

Smoldering my thoughts, all will devour;

From the fixed patterns of living power.

Torn apart from this profound imbued,

The tides are silenced; I am renewed.

Reviews

[Katrina Mckeown]

a very passionate write, great use of imagery, a well penned piece.