Spellbound Poem by DM W

Spellbound

Rating: 5.0


O dreams drip so quietly and slowly.
In the deep heart of midnight, I'm spellbound
By their myriad wondrous, glowing worlds.
Reality's bleakness seems a mere
Shadow play, compared to these radiant
Inner kingdoms; that seems to whisper to me
Softly like kindred spirits: to have no fear
But to come and play in strange, twilight realms.

Spellbound
Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dominic Windram 03 October 2019

Thanks Michael...much appreciated as always. i shall heed your words.

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Michael Hopkins 03 October 2019

Fear is the poetic killer. Avoid it's entrance.

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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee 02 October 2019

A strong sensation indeed........10+

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Dominic Windram 03 October 2019

Thanks Sankhajit...I'm most pleased that you appreciate it!

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