A Small House Of Cards Poem by Lazarus Knix
A Small House Of Cards
I had a dream-
A dream that I’d lost you,
Amongst a fog of twisted hate.
And Then, I awake-
To find I’ve never owned you.
I had a thought-
Which wrapped my mind in mellow rainbows,
Soft and arched with passion.
Yet, I can only imagine,
What that light feels like,
Anymore.
Must a dream be-
A house of cards-
One soft tap-
From the waking world-
Topples it-
Into a formless-
Pile of-
Incomplete-
Memories?
I had a dream-
But it was pawned to reality.
misty soft words...like your descriptions...rainbows and a house of cards...don't like the beginning though...something doesn't sit right... i think it might be the repetition of you and had...but the rest is pristine brill.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 2:58:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the ending; pawning your dream to reality. Isn't that always the conundrum we can't answer?