Dream 2 Poem by Ben Gieske

Dream 2

Rating: 3.0


a morning breaking
a dawn awakening
quite suddenly

a flower budding
a petal fluttering
quietly shuttering

some dreams are dreams it seems,
just a figment of beautiful scenes,
like shadows frolicking
across the distant lands,

a candle flickering
across the shifting sands,
aborted before their birth,
bearing nothing of worth

their light flooding
into an exposed negative,
their life falling
into all the holes of a sieve
held momentarily,
in the briefest remembering,
fading so silently,

still yet echoing, whispering

sensations forgotten,
nothing begotten,
muffled and smothered long, long ago,

maybe a memory with nothing to show

a ghost of gone, long-ago thoughts
when lovers still longingly sought
with joy each other’s embraces,

oh dreams, please show me your faces
Could a dead dream live in memory?
not like sand in an oyster, a pearl to be,

Oh where are the testimonies
of all those dreams of long ago?
so promising the images
of all those dreams and what they showed

March,2006

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashraful Musaddeq 11 May 2009

Lovely and dreamy. Wonderful poem on dream. You have used marvelous metaphor. I love personification of dream.10 added earlier.

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Ashraful Musaddeq 10 May 2009

Lovely and dreamy.10++

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Sidi Mahtrow 28 July 2007

Your vivid imagery reminds me of poems by my brother. Here's a sampling of his: Gifts for All A. William Wortham (1927 - 1990) Flashes of lightening, Claps of thunder, Whispering wind, And gentle rain. Tiny streams, Roaring rapids, Moving rivers, And white capped waves. Majestic mountains, Misty meadows, Towering trees, And clear blue skies. Midnight moon, Dew cast dawn, Brilliant sun, And fragrant flowers. Musicians' music, Poets's poems, Artists' art, And gifts from God.

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