A dream half lived ...

Spontaneous write. Inspired. Trying something different for a change. Not sure about the structure. It feels off somehow...

amongst scars and storms, I travelled far and wide,

spinning tales upon half gilded clouds.

Of nights and stars, a dream half lived 

sprinkling stardust and a moment captured,

of wilds and oceans, oh, they run deep;

meandering along, I finally collide ... 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Tis wonderful sad at times how extreme emotion push the WRITE button.. is as if the imagination has been set down pon rails to explore then, arrive at calm. Perhaps your lovely descriptions have carried you so high. you've now floated back to earth, carrying yoru own reflection. 'spinning tales upon half a gilded clouds.'

Beautful sadness..

[Dr. YumnaKay]

And I find it somewhat strange that whenever I feel I'm on the verge of thinking to stop writing 'cause of lack of inspiration/words, something strikes within me, even if in the form of distorted fragments...
Thank you so much for your lovely words, Emma. You picked the line which I wrote on a spontaneous thought. ..

[emmajoy]

Words, like contentent and most of all Love, just can't be forced.. You must know how it is: you read a piece of writng, might be sad, happy, in between and just feel it.. the way it sets a tone and strokes part of the reader's spirit. So maybe you need feel something deep inside before you let loose your thought and emotions. No sin in exposing a little ofthe hidden you, and sometimes helps to clarify state of mind. Perhaps. Do understand what you;re saying tho seems tio me that your life disallows time to spare at times.
Tis always a great pleasure to read whatevfer ever you post, SP!!! :)

[barleygirl]

I love the way your poem describes the push-and-pull conflict between longing to be free & somehow not having the courage to dive completely into the pool of the unknown. This reminds me of women I've known who are abused by man, but can't leave him. Everyone encourages woman to leave, she talks like she wants to, people help her leave, but then she goes back to him pretty quickly. I've seen this happen many times over the years. Your poem sounds like the entrapped woman who is trying to talk a good show about how she wants to break free, but really, deep inside she's only half-committed and doesn't even believe she can survive without him (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Star struck you have become... I wonder which star is responsible for this.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Wishful thinking is what I'd call it...
thank you for reading, Sire.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Spontaneity is the essence of creativity - so your write is poetically enchanting! Just one note: second stanza (just a suggestion) if you remove the 'a' between half and gilded, it reads better! Bless ... :-)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I think I like your suggestion. I'll change that :)
thank you so much for your lovely words, Phill. Appreciated :)