So Dreams the Dreamer

So Dreams the Dreamer

A Poem by papaed
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What do dreams do? Why can't we understand them? How can we bridge the gulf between our inner and outer mind... except in dreams?

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So dreams the dreamer of love and light,

of a hazy world bereft of night,

of soothing music, reciprocate peace,

a world away, a tension release.

 

real life cataclysmic events,

no hopeful fantasy prevents.

dreams marginalize psycho-trauma,

and denigrate effects of drama.

 

serenity alleviates pain,

while myopic alternatives contain.

we accost our wanton fears,

and risk awakening tears.

 

we hesitate to leave our dreams,

that cloudy world of silver moonbeams.

imperceptive of hidden meaning

some encouraging some demeaning

 

we concatenate painful events

unable to touch what prevents

an easy lucid understanding

when to consciousness we are landing

 

© 2009 papaed


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Congrats on your great winning poem!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Thank God for our dreams papaed, even though we can't always remember them,
or even understand them! We would be crazy mixed up people without that
"clearing house" each night, unscrambling and untangling disturbing and
also happy material that is constantly bombarding our poor brains during
our waking hours.

Great write, loved it and thank you for requesting I read this.

Helena

Posted 15 Years Ago


That first verse reminds me of the spoken break in Nights In White Satin...not sure why. The poem is resonant, haunting - deep, and yet it ryhmes. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


How true - so many escape into dreamland hoping to find peace although even there unthinkable things can happen. The unconsious or subconsious mind seems to me to be a gateway to the unforeseen and lends many splendors as well though. Thank you. Lovely poem.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago



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papaed

Kansas City, MO



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