Cassandra Helen


Snowglobe


Sprinkles falling onto frozen faces
Don’t fight gravity
And other facts of life
Lost to the opulence of the city
2 am, afraid to sleep

“What will you give me for a dream? ”

Clicking of stiletto heels beat rhythmically
On the concrete
Scuffed from pacing the same street
Night after night
Scarred soles.

“What will you give me for a dream? ”

Look at the stars
Search for heaven
Is it burning brighter
Than the embers inside?

Snow melts to slush
Fade to gray

Tip-toe in, stay awake
Thoughts are easier to control than dreams
Purple shadows around purple eyes
Too afraid to sleep

“What will you give me for a dream? ”

Submitted: Friday, April 29, 2005

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  • Rookie Jessica H (10/19/2005 3:38:00 PM)

    I think you have a good poem here but you need to make it more consistent. What I mean by this is you repeat the phrase “What will you give me for a dream? ”
    then you don't repeat it between the the third and fourth stanza. Consistency makes for a better poem in my personal opinion. Its good stuff though (Report) Reply

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