The Dream Was Dead

The dream passed away in silence...

With gravity eyes that clenched the moon.

For all who would see her that dusk,

In darkness fell their shying swoon.

I swore the dream was dead that hour.

And swore more that she would never return.

This requiem of imagination...

Would never let its fires burn.

But then there came a chillest voice...

From darkest waters, from black, murky tarn.

And the portrait of my soulless window...

Saw coldness in the eyes redrawn.

For I had thought this dream was dead...

But no, amazing...

The dream survived.

For my soul slept long enough to wither...

And dream that it had only died.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

First poem I have read of yours Kim and I did so enjoy it.
Great use of imagination and words.
So many interesting choices and because I that I reread your poem several time.
With each read something new popped up...
Lisa, now in Spain

[Beckie D]

But then there came a chillest voice...

From darkest waters, from black, murky tarn.

And the portrait of my soulless window...

Saw coldness in the eyes redrawn.



This is my favorite part of the poem...
This is very sharp and pierces the soul when you read it. Chilling and haunting.

You are a fabulous writer.

[The Nude Writer]

Awesome poem! I haven't read anything like this in forever! Kinda blown away!

[maiarusm]

haunting, that was the first word to pass my thoughts after i read this piece and that's exactly the description i have for this. Thank you for sharing.

[Rob Santana]

Hypnotic words. Well written.

[XxWhatsername86]

Thank you!

[Hatchling]

Wow! Very powerful poem! Very well written darling

[MandaBear]

Wow what a powerful poem! Well penned my dear.

[annabellee]

I absolutley loved your poem, it really drew me in, somehow reminded me of Poe, well penned :)

[XxWhatsername86]

Why thank you very much! :)

[annabellee]

you're most welcome :)