Day Of VisionsA Poem by Lena ChereI wrote this for a writing competition. The correct name for the genre in which I write is Visionary Fiction, based on dreams, visions and mystical experiences- both real ones and imagined ones.On that day of visions We rose to the mountain
top In snowy, evanescent mist, Out of body, out of our minds. A panoramic vista spread before us, Vivid, like projections on a wall. Could these pictures be our future, Or visions of the inner side of life? We tried to divine, through the white haze, Prophecies of relevance to us. On that day of visions We soared across the sea, Wondering if inspiration came From the group we made together, Buoying one another’s courage, Sharing flights in dreams. This is a prophet’s club, When most expect a single seer. We held hands in a line, like children, To make sure no-one fell. The colours that we saw Were sunrise on a future day That we all longed to live through. We narrated our report Like newscasters on the air, In the air, realms rarefied, Swept up the audience. Taking turns distilling signs, We broadcast sparkling hope to them, On that day of visions. © 2024 Lena ChereAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLena CherePortsmouth, Hampshire, United KingdomAboutI have been writing seriously for ten years in pen names Candy Ray and Lena Chere. After three years I decided not to go professional, and made all my books free. I've self-published 13 books, main.. more..Writing
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