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Does the morning remember
the gateway to the dreamscape
or does it disappear in the light
only to reappear under moonbeams
Does the dreamer remember dreams
pieces of magic in an imaginary realm
alive with vivid characters and settings
or does the escapist let them drift away
Does the snowy owl remember it's way
when transitioning between the worlds
ghost like it hovers over the tall pines
on starlight wings a celestial journey
Does a dragon remember it's mythical
does it enter the imagination full of fire
breathing adventure into the night air
awakening the dreamer to take flight
Does a story remember it's a story
or does it evolve into something more
transcending the boundaries of words
creating an epic saga of reality
Does the hourglass remember time
is slipping away with each grain
of sand along with our own mortality
in a world slowly disintegrating
Does love remember it's meaning
that it can shine in the darkness
fill hearts with joy and renewed hope
does it know the power of its existence
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I love this, True, especially the stanza about the snowy owl. A really beautiful poem that really resonates for me.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry, I somehow knew you would like the snowy owl. :)
DeleteLove is the only joy and hope in a not so slowly disintegrating world especially with your disastrous new President elect. Thoughts and prayers for your nation. Good poem ,Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rall for leaving a comment and for the thoughts and prayers we will need them.
DeleteThat was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alex for finding beauty in my poetic wanderings.
DeleteTruedessa, I really love this.
ReplyDeleteThinking about this one:
"Does a story remember it's a story
or does it evolve into something more
transcending the boundaries of words
creating an epic saga of reality" A really interesting thought. Makes me think about when I am in the middle of a good book sometimes, I lose myself in it, and it becomes so VERY real to me.
And your last stanza about LOVE: Yes, oh yes!
I am so glad you participated this week, Truedessa.
Hi Mary,
DeleteThank you for the interesting prompt. My head was going in many different directions but, I somehow, found a poem. Love is a powerful and we need to embrace it more often. Peace to you!
There is so much to love in this poem. I am with Sherry, I love the owl. Each stanza though has much to contemplate.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie - the owl indeed lures us with it's mysterious way.
DeleteAs always, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSandra sandracox.blogspot.com
Thank you! Sandra
DeleteDoes a story remember it is a story... this is so good!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rajani - so many stories out there to decipher.
DeleteI like the dichotomies you set up in your first and second verse--morning/moon and dreamer/escapist. I read the rest of your images with the dichotomies in mind. I want to be the dreamer awakening in the morning, with each being capable of expanding meaning, with only the hourglass showing restraint.
ReplyDeleteHopefully, you will awaken to wondrous dreams from the night.
DeleteThe hourglass stanza seems to hold the boundless within its boundary. And so many beautiful imagery! The snowy owl! Aww.
ReplyDeleteThis is Sumana.
The hourglass is a reminder of time that seems to always pass so quickly. I am a believer that time is now. Try to enjoy the magic of now....is it possible?
DeleteStill don't remember a single one
ReplyDeleteAbout a blue shoe, bad luck ir a bit of fun
Such is life -- or so they say
Some things won't go our way.
Ah, The elusive blue shoe
Deletewhy can't dreams break through
bad luck or bad timing who really knows
forcing us to just go with the flow
why can't things simply go our way
at night alone I sometimes pray