Remains (Or Forgotten Dreams) Poem by Nika McGuin
Remains (Or Forgotten Dreams)
It is a quiet
beautiful morning
yet I wake, moody
this strange feeling
did it start subconsciously?
perhaps, the answer
lies deep in my soul's core
somewhere just out of reach
or maybe it started
with some tragic dream
of which little minions
erased even the slightest trace
except, the emotional impact
like heavy liquid it
oozed out of the dream world
it forced its way
into my blood stream
and made a beeline
for my heart
So, I put on make-up
though I've got no plans
and take pictures
in the bathroom mirror
until my heart is is confused
but the only thing confused is me
still how much more
hurt would I be
If I remembered?
I wonder what's the reason
some dreams are erased
and others, etched forever
~Nika
Very nice reading........of dreams......some erased, some etched, a mystery no doubt.....Nika.......I love this piece so much..........thank you for sharing......please read my poems at your leisure...........
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4/16/2024 3:02:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The third stanza of this poem is remarkable. It's as if you pulled a veil from what is usually hidden from our direct gaze that revealed beneath it the mechanism of our minds. The heart is that component of our being which put the veil there because it wants to protect our feelings. And your impulse to pull it aside shows boldness, no, courage. I don't know what will happen next. This is a plateau of vision. Are there higher plateaus to ascend? Or is the surrounding psychic landscape all lowlands? An amazing poem, inside me now.