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Fernweh
Stirring from slumber
To sounds of late summer
Mumbling filtering
Like smoke
Through the window.
The night is alive
With the whispers of crickets
And broken dreams
Rubbing against the shadows
Like a thousand tiny sighs.
A train whistle calls;
An escape from it all,
Teasing through a midnight breeze.
To sounds of late summer
Mumbling filtering
Like smoke
Through the window.
The night is alive
With the whispers of crickets
And broken dreams
Rubbing against the shadows
Like a thousand tiny sighs.
A train whistle calls;
An escape from it all,
Teasing through a midnight breeze.
Published 4th Aug 2016
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4th Aug 2016 12:07pm
Beautiful ink!
Love how it flows, especially these lines:
"Stirring from slumber
To sounds of late summer"
"With the whispers of crickets"
Love how it flows, especially these lines:
"Stirring from slumber
To sounds of late summer"
"With the whispers of crickets"
Anonymous
4th Aug 2016 12:34pm
I truly love the strong imagery in this piece. You can feel your words, and taste the aroma.
A very passionate write.
A very passionate write.
4th Aug 2016 1:45pm
You packed a lot of beautiful into such a small place! Thank you for bringing this to us :)
Willow
Willow
4th Aug 2016 7:40pm
4th Aug 2016 8:42pm
4th Aug 2016 9:22pm
But it's that one line amid all the beauty that deepens this poem. In such a beautiful place, how do you think of broken dreams?
4th Aug 2016 11:28pm
Sleepless nights are always rife with jagged shards of broken dreams. It's the prick of a finger or toe on one while wandering alone through them that jar us unto wakefulness in the depths of the night.
I am over poeticizing it in the explanation above. I am referring to a couple of meanings, one of longing for things once hoped for and the other the literal breaking of a dream when woken from sleep.
I wrote this in the middle of the night with insomnia, so I am glad it made any sense at all.
I am over poeticizing it in the explanation above. I am referring to a couple of meanings, one of longing for things once hoped for and the other the literal breaking of a dream when woken from sleep.
I wrote this in the middle of the night with insomnia, so I am glad it made any sense at all.
8th Aug 2016 3:22pm
"With the whispers of crickets
And broken dreams
Rubbing against the shadows
Like a thousand tiny sighs." gorgeous write about the desire of wandering of the spirit, nice Sammy...
And broken dreams
Rubbing against the shadows
Like a thousand tiny sighs." gorgeous write about the desire of wandering of the spirit, nice Sammy...
8th Aug 2016 8:12pm
