Death of a Dream?

Hummmm...

Death of a Dream?

A dream is broken

And no one seems to care

At the lack of sympathy spoken

Thus death means apathy

A poignant sacrifice

And forfeit saves lives

At an unselfishly high price

Thus death means martyrdom

A love has decayed

And one-sided relationship ends

At a union now left betrayed

Thus death means regret

A plant grows

And at its death

A seed falls and sows

Thus death means renewal

A cycle is implanted

And eternity smiles softly

At fresh creation that is granted

Thus death means life

 

Copyright @ Phillozofee 2020

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I'm not fully catching your meaning, but I love how your poem teeters on the precipice of real-life pondering & the slightly expanded drama of Halloween spookiness. This poem feels like I feel lately. Since it's Halloween, I go ahead & discuss the dark side of life in more haunted terms than usual, bluntly observing the cycle of life & death with a cold calculating eye. Just like the Cali wildfires of August & September were useful in clearing heavily forested lands & the covid virus is relieving us of having to care for the infirm well into old age, maybe we're simply due for a fresh housecleaning of all this old detritus such as dreams of equality & planetary health & unity! Dreams are so cumbersome, let's just wipe them away & allow whatever comes next to just get here (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kirsty Hignett]

I love how you keep coming back to the same motif 'thus death means' it breaks each stanza up abruptly and perfectly and always keeps focus on what the poem is exploring. Very nicelyp written!! :D

[Coyote Poetry]

My daddy told me. Best way to forget a heartbreak. Get a new one.
"Thus death means renewal"
The above lines can be true. Honest and direct words shared my friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[X]

So beautifully penned! I love how you string pearls of wisdom and tie them together into a gorgeous stand. Death is Life yet we fear it so much.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Matter and energy cannot be created nor destroyed. Therefore, everything that came to be is just a rearrangement of existing matter and energy. Probable applies to our basic needs and relationships .. Thanks for reviewing dear friend .. :-)

[X]

indeed indeed! this reminds me of my poem And When It Is Over...check it out....https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/KiraFulks/2467854/

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as one relationship succumbs...another emerges like a plant from a seed of doubt...
and we learn to love again...
this is a very cool poem, Phill...
I always like how you give us the outline...and we get to fill it in...
always 'fresh creation that is granted"----
thank you for that.
j.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Thanks Jacob always a welcome review my friend... :-)