i still dream everyday

i sit here

wondering how this all will continue to turn

how it will continue at all

but i think back

to the time i first fell

right there at the very beginning

look at me now

i'm dancing on a wall

and i never want to come down

because i already know what it's like

to fall

and not to be caught

but i still reluctantly let go of my dream

and in the quiet of the moment

spread it all out on the ground before me

was it right

to stumble through my broken words

was it right

to feel

let me ask

is it right to dream

it is

without dreams

the night would take so long

and it would be so alone

so it will continue to turn

because we all have dreams

and we all will continue to be hopelessly hopefull

Reviews

[Emily B]

this is wonderful work, I might suggest replacing stubble with stumble, but very well articulated all the way through . . .

[Analgesia]

Well, though it irritates me to no end, I can't find much wrong with this. I like the use of prose in stanzas to accent the rythms that would already be there in traditional paragraph form. It just brings out the color, the darks sentences are heavier and the light sentences accent the poem like moonlight siluetteing rippling water. Mabye it's like music: there's something in here that reminds me of something that happened to me once and that's why it seems so flawless to me. A very intelligent take on dreams. I hope I was of assistance, regardless of whether I had any real criticism or not.