We dream in Fairy tales

 

We dream in fairytales.

 

We, the parched levees

 and stale baron skies.

We hunger for happiness

with an Artic urgency

for the summer's melted ice...

and the end approaches

on every street corner

 that called your name.

Our  time,

buffeted by pedestrians of youth

with signs at their fingertips

changing lanes and lovers

 with their clothes and our

 lives to suit their mood.

Is it any wonder then?

Fairy tales have died

in the hands of regret

out stretched for mercy.

There is no mercy

In desperation,

only truth,

and truth

is the cruelest

kind of fairytale.

Reviews

[Michael X]

to dream in fairy tales, "truth it the cruelest fairytale" as in reality's dream, you capture
the design with specific, moving intent, the creative wording is abstract in character quality,
in saying your words paint a marvelous picture depicting the meaning, the metaphorical
imagery is depthfully charged, i could feel the artic icey winds, which speak of testing
the endearance of the heart, standing for the protest, the cause, and what happened to
the cause of yesteryears, traded in for the sign of the times, your thoughts are poetically
enhanced, the passionate form is sculpted to the desire, executing the concept, Ecellent, mike

[Tate Morgan]

Truth to be sure


For life's time waits on none of us
it masters fate with earnest callous
Caring for none in favored mercy
helping not whom it shows malice

Isn't life beautifully moving each new day into a new chapter of living?
I love the deep thought behind this poem.
Truth, only truth, shall save, and set free...
It's the fairytale we denial, but it is the lover of today.

Wonderful work, Somerista.

E.L.

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My apologies for not stopping by in a while :( I have been missing out! This is exquisite! I love your work :)

[Eve]

Hi Lynn, so glad to see you, no worries, I've been gone for a bit so I'd have to apologize too! lol, thank you for reading :)

[icaros13]

"...buffeted by pedestrians of youth...changing lanes and lovers...and our lives to suit their mood..." Wow. This is loaded and regretfully, in my experience, painfully true. We all "hunger for happiness", and once in awhile we may feel its touch, only to have it ripped away by the poor decisions motivated by desperation. Truth is certainly the "cruelest kind of fairytale".

[Eve]

Thank you, I wrote this for someone I love very much who, kept getting swept away from me, water under the bridge of course, we can only guide ourselves...and wait for the truth to form itself :)

[icaros13]

As I have said before, "We can't control what is true about others, but we can shape the truth of our own lives..."

[Eve]

lol, true, and not always an easy feat :) Especially if it involves others.

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This is beautiful. I loved the descriotion you gave us. The srutucture was great. The whole poem flowed well. I loved the line "Fairytales have died in the hands of regret." For me, this was the most powerful line of the poem. Very good!

[jusgivit]

hey Rob.. I really enjoyed this peice.. it kinda reminded me ..at that point where..you know their
is no santa claus..sorry kids..opps
anyway..i see a lil influence from one of your favorite writers..and you [played it out beautifully
"there is no mercy in desperation..only truth and truth is the cluelest.. kind of fairtale
loved this line.. reminded me of the great butt himself
love you..keep it up sis!

[Eliza]

Lovely.
I truly like the way you are working yourself up in that poem with every writen word.
The way you make the line breaks is also quite interresting and well worked out.
It brings every step in this words even better across, and I think you got the theme over great.
Really a thing I could read loads of times.

Eliza