This (In a Rust Colored Dream)

A poem in a form that took a form for itself.

In a rust colored dream I awaken to myself
Finding that I have always been the same
But needed prompting to remind me that
I had this face, these eyes with which I see

The day can loom like a heavy cloud
The night can swarm with brutality
Silence can be a burden
Yet, I know
THIS

THIS
I know, yet
Silence can be a blessing
The dark of night can be warm
The day can dazzle me with its light

I have this mind with which I can see more
Than these eyes have ever seen of beauty
Finding that I have always been the same
In a rust colored dream I awaken to myself.

Reviews

[Michael]

I really like the balance of it. It shows everything has two sides. It reminds me of a story I head a long time ago. I young man dies and is sent to hell for his wicked ways and put in a room that only plays Lawrence Welk recording which he hated and it drove him crazy. One day the devil stopped in to make sure he is suffering enough and the young man tells him "I could not imagine any worse hell than this." Turning to leave, the devil pause and replies "you know the funny thing is, they have this same room in heaven, we each make are own heaven and hell."

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

Liked the full circle and the formatting that you used - reminds me of a poem I read in a college lit magazine - no tmy style, but well done.

[radian7]

The introspection theme is mirrored in a way with the physical format of the poem structure. Very interesting.

[Kelley Pascoe]

I like this one alot. Kind of reminds me of something I wrote a long time ago.
Anyway great write!!! Thanks for sharing.
Kelley Frost

[poddar kushal]

nice pictures." needed prompting to remind me that"... this is simple as the rest of the piece but, it is deep