The Foibles of a DreamA Poem by Paris HladeThe Foibles of a Dreamf[1]
-As I
Awoke from a Heartbreaking Dream-
Why suffer the uncertainties of night To burn but like a candle in the gloom,
When our best hope in life is to remove From
loving in the squalor of a tomb?
Why conjure all the foibles of a dream But for the sake of what will surely fail?
For love cannot enfold us in her wings, And only hopeless longing can prevail!
How is it that I know not of your death? But learn of it, at once, as my soul slips
Into a realm where it is carved in stone And subject to my
trembling fingertips!
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You Knit Me Together in My Mother’s Womb. I Am fearfully and Wonderfully Made.
-Psalm 139 [1] This
poem recounts an extraordinary dream the poet had in the summer of 2014. His
mother had been dead for nearly a year, but only as he awoke, did he recall
that she was no longer a part of the physical world.
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1 Review Added on December 31, 2022 Last Updated on December 31, 2022 AuthorParis HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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