louis rams

Gold Star - 7,573 Points (09/13/1943 / new york city)

Shipwrecked Dreams - Poem by louis rams

My dreams are like shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea
Covered under seaweed, algae, gravel and rocks
Because at its birth, I didn't give it enough stock.

A dream is like clay and I am the sculptor
And if I can not see it in my mind, then it's
Because I allowed myself to be blind.

You have to hold it, and feel it, and see it take shape
Otherwise it will be much too late.
You have to shape it and give it a heart that breathes
And pumps life into its body and soul
Until that mold starts to take hold.

To feel it in your every being to the point
That's the only thing you're seeing.
It has to become a part of you
And you a part of it
Until it becomes like a glove
With a perfect fit.

I wanted it quickly - I wanted it fast
But when you're in a hurry it will not last.
I gave it up quickly and dropped it on the floor
Hoping to pick it up again once more.

But it was picked up by the wind and to the sea
It started its spin -taking my dream to the shipyard grave
Where at last it could not be saved.

So to all dreamers - I caution you this
Hold on to your dream and don't dropp it.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012

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