Dreams

Dreams

A Poem by A.A.Romanczuk

Swirling swirls of colorful madness

I am lost in a rainbow mist

Swaying, swaying..falling, falling

As do the leaves of fall

Shadows cast of

Self-creation

I can smell the flowers

Blooming

Somewhere down the road

Aching, laughing

Living, dying

Twisting, dancing like a stream

Swirling swirls of sunny gladness

Morph into

Stains of reality

Why have I gone

And left this trembling world of dreams

© 2010 A.A.Romanczuk


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Yes, thank You, Emily :)
Aaaww..I'm sorry, Jeff..I'm glad it gave a little happiness though :) Thank You :)
Thank You, Vertigo :) Thank You :)
Quite right, Blues :) It is the same with me..they ask..why are You smiling...because there are all of these wonderful fantasies being created in my head...it really does protect You from insanity..although I like to think that we're all just a little insane...else our writing would be different.. :) Thank You for Your sincere kindness :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is so creative, another wonderful peice of work.. Excellent

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:) Thank You, James :) I am glad that it has done so...
:) Thank You, Michael..I'm so happy that You like it...colors...I thought about the different turns dreams take..their frivolity...oh how to say this...their very nature...not that I necessarily had a dream where I just saw all of these colors although that probably has at some point happened...or will happen...I'm glad You noticed the personalization part...I wanted everyone to be able to put themselves into it -for it to be kind of universal :)
Thank You, Poeticpiers :) Your kindness is appreciated :)



Posted 14 Years Ago


a well conceived and presented piece of free form poetic prose

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

now i like this, the colors and the swirls, the poem is artistic and
the abstract naure is defined by the first threee lines, which
creates the vision of sirling reds and blues and yellows, or any color
that the reader can easily relate to which is the awsome
design of the meaning its open to personalization and the escapade
is the journey through the breezy images. a magical poem

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I used to dream in claymation. Honest, and very strange. You wrote this and, for me, it allows for the opportunity to see your dreams through mine. Thanks:)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Another beautiful and elegant poem!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:) Yes and to give them body and breath and mind :) It is never easy...I think perhaps nothing that is worth reaching for is easy to attain...if I am gifted..
And if it is so..I hope that I will use it to its full potential and do some measure of good :) Thank You, Serah for Your uplifting words :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awesome, I can acutally visual everything in this peom. Good job!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes, thank You, Emily :)
Aaaww..I'm sorry, Jeff..I'm glad it gave a little happiness though :) Thank You :)
Thank You, Vertigo :) Thank You :)
Quite right, Blues :) It is the same with me..they ask..why are You smiling...because there are all of these wonderful fantasies being created in my head...it really does protect You from insanity..although I like to think that we're all just a little insane...else our writing would be different.. :) Thank You for Your sincere kindness :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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