Misty Dreams

When the mist lifts it's thought that all will become clear. The burdens of life, the struggles of finding yourself, and moving on from what was once your dream.

Mist can be thick. Dreams can be strong. Yet life stays an awful grey. Decisions upon decisions, but reaching a conclusion remains to be taunting task.

These decisions may shape our lives, but there are many shapes and they are all unique. Like us. Like society. Like humanity. 

The need to conform is lessening, but being different remains a challenge. The sense in this remains unclear. How can we conform, but still not accept our people?

Race, gender, and sexuality aside. We all live. We all breath. We all love. And we all want to be accepted. This warrants the need for change. 

 

It's time for the mist to evaporate and with it the dispositions that we have been burdened with throughout our generation. Without it, we as a society will fail, yet again. 

With clearance of past events we should prevail, yet brick walls are hard to falter. We continue to be ignorant and hope for the best. As children we were told that our dreams can come true, so why can't they come true now.

Reviews

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear white shadows

Thank you for sharing this piece, which I guess I might categorise as 'poetry in prose'. But who cares about definitions. Words and their meaning are what they are. Why should we seek to box them anymore than your words are in part a plea not to be defined, but to be an individual in your own right?

So much for style.

As for content, there is so much to comment on, that I could spend a lifetime writing about it. But I need to rein myself in these days or I can a write a commentaries that are much longer than the piece I am reviewing. Self-mockery is one of my few virtues!

Let me just pick out a few sentiments, I found attractive instead.

"Mist can be thick. Dreams can be strong. Yet life stays an awful grey. Decisions upon decisions, but reaching a conclusion remains to be taunting task".

The push and pull of making hard decisions when there is no guiding light.Ddreams we seek but life can be so grey that the aspiration seems almost worthless. My take. I relate.

"The need to conform is lessening, but being different remains a challenge. The sense in this remains unclear. How can we conform, but still not accept our people?"

I understand the feeling to adhere to social norms (which we may not honour) but yet the desire to break through them and be an individual in our own right. But with the benefit of years, I have discovered that however unique we all are (we have never been before and will never be again, and therein lies the beauty of life) we all conform to something including conforming to the group who wish to be non-conformists too. That said with a smile as I still know what you mean.

"With clearance of past events we should prevail, yet brick walls are hard to falter. We continue to be ignorant and hope for the best. As children we were told that our dreams can come true, so why can't they come true now."

The final note of what should be but the question as to why they are not not. Therein lies the substance of the human condition. I have seen the world as you have seen it. But now I beg to differ. Dreams can come true. You just need the energy and willpower to plough through the brick walls that stand in our way.

Last point? I would like to help you find a title:

'Brick walls?' Works but too like Pink Floyd and 'Another Brick in the Wall.'

'Individualism?' OK but a bit bland.

How about 'Misty Dreams?'

Just suggestions. You must find and own your own.

A delightful piece which like all good writing makes me reflect on the meaning of life and the reality of living it versus how we would wish it to be.

But then I would challenge you by saying we can change the world by one word, written or spoken to whomever in even the smallest ways for the better. There is no effect without cause. There are always ripples.

With my kindest regards

James

[white shadows]

Thanks James for taking the time to write all that you did! I am glad that you were able to relate to this poem in one way or another and if you don't mind could I use "Misty Dreams" as the title to this piece?

[James Hanna-Magill]

Thank you and of course you may. I am glad I helped, Kindest regards, James

[Gheeneil]

I wrote about individuality long ago. It was about being unique, like drifting against the current. Conforming could lead to losing oneself. Most of us, though, go where the tide takes us. It's a challenge, a constant struggle to be different. People hate to be criticized, yet we act like critics. Ironic.

You wrote an interesting subject. I hope you can come up with a title.

[Deanna]

Very deep and very good. I like it a lot. (:

[white shadows]

Thanks. I am glad you liked it. I am new to this tonight; I added old poems I wrote before tonight, but I actually wrote this one tonight.