While we had a dream

While there was a dream, it did seem

we were held together with cloud tethers

welding a strong beam

of sunshine in dark or stormy weathers

Torn promises, time's pockets robbed

behind broken rainbows lay in the path

stones sighed, clouds sobbed

watering fields of sprouting wrath

Kiss of the past in cement cast

Night's bloody hemorrhages expose the pallid face of day

clouds wispy knot tied tight and fast

until buried moonbeams under foot do lay

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This dream/ nightmare is very powerful… it’s darkness is real and understandable as we all have memories and realities such as this….broken promises, our spirits torn apart, cast in cement, very heart-wrenching….and buried moon leaves with a maudlin taste…..very well written, great choice of words for the scene…..I want to see the sun, too much darkness in this chaotic universe…..
Warmly, B

[Soren]

Thank you Betty for the review and most kind words of encouragement they are deeply appreciated.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome Soren
Warmly B

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. You paint the picture well.

[Soren]

Thanks Thomas your comments are appreciated.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Love lost, times past, shattered dreams, heartaches and pain. Nobody has a monopoly on pain, it's the one thing there's plenty of to go around and so it has become a most popular theme among poetry. But the more sad poetry I read, (I've written quite a bit, myself) the more it makes me want to rebel against the darkness, the sadness and the transitory nature of life. I want to shout the here and now, the blessings of the day, the joy of an infant's smile, the laughter of children. I want to grab the sad poet and shake him and say, snap out of it man, there's precious life to be lived! But more than that, I want to spread the "one love" Bob Marley sang about. And "I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony" like the New Seekers sang. I enjoyed your poem and your descriptions were strong and succinct. But it's cloudy here today and it would be easy to succumb to a depressive state. So I'm putting on my Sunshine Warrior cape and going out to gather all the beauty I can in the world to share like a field of flowers. May we all find a reason to smile, to laugh and enjoy life among our memories and lines of disappointment. I'm going to be the incurable optimist I always am and point out that the glass is still half full and this life isn't over yet. Rodney Crowell put out a song called, It Ain't Over Yet a few years ago. I think it's his masterpiece recorded with his ex-wife Roseanne Cash (Johnny's daughter) I cheered when I heard it and wished I'd written many of the lines. I enjoyed the read and give it high marks for descriptions and expression. But now I'm off to find the sun. F.

[Soren]

Thanks Fabian sorry to have rained on your day. I too hold that there is a positive for every negative and that all balances out in the end. I have written several brighter pieces in the past but have to follow that muse and today was a rainy one. Appreciated your words and they are taken kindly.

[Miss Sharon]

What a well written and interesting write! I especially like these lines...(clouds wispy knot tied tight and fast until buried moonbeams under foot do lay) I look forward to reading more of your work. ~Sharon

[Soren]

Thank you so much Sharon for your read and most kind words they are deeply appreciated.