Dust of dreams

Broken the reed in Pan’s fife
Silent the music that cuts like a knife
A drought scratching thirst in the dark
Dripping clear notes from a lark

The dust of dreams blows in destiny‘s winds
Broken bits of hope and of sins
Grit in the eye brings water that runs
Down the gutter of time and scorching suns

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Well, such has been the fate of many dreams. Despite the dust, though, we must not stop dreaming. The dust of dreams is better than the air of surrender.

[Soren]

Thank you John Iappreciate the read and the comment. So true many dreams turn to dust and they are still better than surrender.

[Marie]

The beautiful metaphoric title of this poem drew me in to read the poem, Soren. For me, the dust of dreams can mean, depending on one's dream, holding on to the past or a longing for days now long gone. It can also indicate a change in one's circumstances, renewal or rebirth, etc. I feel this poem has to do with the past, how things were back then, the tragedies of an era! The first line, I feel pertains to someone who failed to deliver support when it was needed. 2: The expression "cuts like a knife" is sometimes used to describe something that causes emotional pain or distress, like a feeling that is sharp, sudden, and piercing, like the sensation of being cut by a knife. This expression is often used to describe things like hurtful words, the end of a relationship, or the grief experienced after losing a loved one. The metaphor conveys the idea that the emotional impact is intense and felt deeply, as if physically cutting into the person. Line 3: I feel is something like dehydration indicated by the thirst. 4: Larks are associated with playfulness, but it could also mean a carefree outlook in life.
5: Wondering if the bits which make up life, our hopes, our transgressions, our experiences blow away and free us from any guilt in our minds. Line 6: The grit we have collected in our lifetime brings tears, perhaps of regret and they fall like rain so heavy they pour down the gutter of time, but then the sun comes out to dry them up, to heal us, uplift our drooping spirit and
and give us a positive outlook so we start all over again, but with experience on our side this time. Wow! A genuine allegorical
gem, profound, insightful and stimulating. Superb penning! Excellent depiction! Great work! Thank you for sharing, Soren...

[Soren]

Thank you so much Marie for your detailed analysis and interpretation. It is highly valued. I think at times the author is often blind to the meaning of his own writing. From what archetypes and buried unconsciousness comes the words of a poem. The reader may be well better to say. Those things that you have identified may very well have been in my mind at the time of writing, although I was not conscious of them. An Intent reader is much like a psycho analyst and may shed light on the shadows of a poem. Thank you so much Marie.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Soren. Gratitude, dear friend...