James McLain

Agree with your thoughts.

This poem is astonishingly beautiful conveying unseen worlds and with utmost delicacy.

Forgive the intrusion but I have changed (not the words) but a few very minor spelling or typos type of mistakes.

This poem is incredible and flows in and out of dreams so that you even forget the language, arcing beyond life to afterlife. It is remarkable.


To The Blind Their Dreaming

Before I was blind there were dreams.
But seeing my dreams
before I could see, depended
on how much you could really see.

Blind before birth,
and what you have asked of me.
Having my, our, hearing dreams-
your perception
is sound, sound that is seen;
left more unsaid about me.

I still see to see in my dreams
as one
where I'm still alive.

What they must contain,
the colors within.
and sound, I can feel: taste
and touch.


To remember one dream
that one special dream, I still dream
when awake I can see,
when my wife I first met
and how she will look forever.

excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

excellent poem, I believed I walked those woods with you

It's an honor that you read my work thank you so much. I hope you read more and that you like it.

Great Poems All Round. And Thankyou For Your
Positive Feedback On My Poetry. Cheers, Chris.

You are amazing. I thank you for existing. I live in a glass house and am unable to write the truth as you do. One day... :)

hmn...top 49 poet....an honor i had a chance to be read by you....salute to you!

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now it dawns on me,
u have the boldness and spontaneity of Kerouac

i salute u for that