A Poet's Slumber

Life saunters through the boulevard
Of autumn's forgotten memories-
Where the leaves have turned a golden brown
And the poet sleeps since eternity.

The leaves are rustled by the breeze of time
While yet the poet slumbers on;
Life passes by; doesn't pause to cry
Or listen to his snoring song.

Beneath the great big oak he sleeps
Waiting for a dulcet tune of dreams
While bathed by memory's blossoms
And cleansed by love's platonic streams.

'Ere he wakes up, it’s no surprise,
There is coincidence of forgotten rhyme.
He stands up dazed on the boulevard
And fills his lungs with the breeze of time.

He hears a hum, a mirthful tune
That wafts in from the distance;
'Tis the whiff of life's rhapsody
Celebrating its own existence.

He has slept through the past and half of the present
While life has hummed and sauntered by;
But no more shall he sleep now for
He has a life to catch (or at least try).

Reviews

[Dane Osborne]

This was a mindblowing and impressive work. This is open to multiple interpretations as far as theme but that kind of subjectivity is a good thing. This had many amazing lines:
Beneath the great big oak he sleeps
Waiting for a dulcet tune of dreams
While bathed by memory's blossoms
And cleansed by love's platonic streams.

There is coincidence of forgotten rhyme.
He stands up dazed on the boulevard
And fills his lungs with the breeze of time.

Brilliant work well done and bravo

[JENY]

Wonderful….
Just wondereful…
It is in a slumber state ..often creativity unleashes….
Loved your way of writing very much….

[alan peter kelly]

the title immediately drew my attention...and I particularly enjoyed ....the dulcet tune of dreams and the reference the memory blossom...such a beautiful turn of phrase...your write is easy on the eye and mind...it conjures a sense of warmth from within...

[the_stoic]

nice take on how poets usually are lost in a dreamy world of their own while life saunters by .. the imageries used are beautiful and appropriate .. nice write

[Tomás Ó C..]

To write on life, we first must LIVE life!!! To see the world, its jays and its pains will give any writer - be he of prose or poetry - the emotions and inspirations to write for a long time.

Too many get caught up in their art, shut themselves away from the world to write the epic they desired... only to have nothing to write about.

Life IS the epic poem we all should desire to write!

So, so true.


Tomás

[Molafvt]

Abdul; First of let me thank you for your great review. I can see now why you are able to discern the full rainbow of colors in that Poem you commented on. You are anything but color blind....! This poem of yours is rich with color and rhythm and the structure and theme are beyond superb. the content is so rich that I think I gained a few pounds reading it. This is a "brilliant" piece and it delighted me to no end. Quite impressive. I give this a 500.......!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a lovely languid pose in prose beneath the arbor of a silent moment captured in the poet's mind~ unfolding bloom by bloom~ each stanza a petal opening to the world to receive~ splendid~

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

This is very well written.I like how you are able to write in such a versatile manner.This has a classic touch to it and i like it a lot.
This poem works its magic right from the start,when you say..Life saunters through the boulevard
Of autumn's forgotten memories-..i like 'boulevard of autumn's forgotten memories' :),also 'Life passes by; doesn't pause to cry'..now this line is very true..life indeed does not pause for anyone anything,you are echoing the universal truth that life goes on.
Your theme is open to a lot of conclusions and i feel that is where the greatness of a poet lies,when you are able to pull in so many different threads for a poem.It takes the reader on a beautiful journey..in the mind.
Then there is 'dulcet tune of dreams'..also 'He stands up dazed on the boulevard
And fills his lungs with the breeze of time'.Such deftly handled phrases.
This poem in some uncanny way simulated my existence..i feel at times how i have slumbered through life and it perhaps voices what a sensitive person in tune with changes of life might feel.There are many of us,who want to encapture every moment,every snap of life in words..yet some times we simply live through life as mechanized beings.Then a day comes when we wake up and realize so much is there to catch on...the slumber here is perhaps a metaphor for how we are passing through life and not living it..:)

[Khaaki]

this is amazing... ur thoughts reflect through ur poems so smoothly... ur a wonnderful thinkr

[Katie Louise Hughes]

I like this, it has a positive feel to it. Also, combining a lot of elements in nature works well! Thanks for sharing! :)