Jill Barron

Rookie (12-25-77 / San Gabriel Valley)

Lucid - Poem by Jill Barron

All this talk of lucid words
waking in my dreams
come across, i need to see..... somethingness

it's dark, black, cold......... nothingness
my dreams were stolen
in a literal sense
i do not dream.

Outlets clogged by mutant children
hung on rotting shelves
Incapable of wish, hope, dream

Secret prayers will do, suffice
why can't i just freaking dream!

Comments about Lucid by Jill Barron

  • (8/22/2005 3:26:00 AM)

    I agree, the last part doesnt fit, the rest of the poem reads of wonder..why am I subjected to a dreamless state but the last is complete frustration...maybe this was your intention?
    good write though and one I enjoyed.
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  • (8/21/2005 10:21:00 PM)

    I like the poem, but the last part throse it off, still very good.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, September 2, 2005

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