Opening the latch,
my mind flits out
through sleep's
window, roams
in a glimmer.
As the elephants
chase me, I dart
like a Norway rat.
My legs lose quick
pace, when mind
returns my body.
Red tiled roof of
my old school…
a pair of eyelashes
darkened with
mascara…sidelong
glance…
All are broken.
My dad hails, but
his words scatter
far away from my
ears. He flies in the
sky. Mind follows,
but falls upon my
body by dawn.
The moonlet falls,
its stem broken,
and the stars collide
into pieces. Soon
all disappear in
sweat in a flash.
I drink water
from the fear-fall.
A few dreams lie
deep under like
fossils; others
vanish as butterflies.
First printed in issue #16 of The Literary Hatchet, US)
A few dreams lie deep under like fossils; others vanish as butterflies. yes. very true. all poets are dreamers... some of our dreams linger in the heart and mind influencing us lifelong. thank u. tony
A few dreams lie deep under like fossils; others vanish as butterflies.
a very beautiful poem, sir! a beautiful imagery in poetic words!
A refined poetic imagination, Fabiyas. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A few dreams lie deep under like fossils; others vanish as butterflies... that was a depiction of a real dream..... dream characteristics........ thank u dear poet. tony
Thanks, Tony!