Small Dreams and Night Pearls

Thank you, Gabriel, I'm happy when you visit my poems.

Atakti a very beautiful serene write full of longing.. great inking :) with love Crim

I'm pleased you think so, Crim. Thank you.

Fffuuuu**kkk!! This was bee u tee full!!
Love the dreaminess of this piece my friend! :)

You're too kind, my Poetik friend. Thank you for the lovely comment.

love is in the air....
wow atak , wow !!!

Two wow's from Cesar, I must be doing something right... Thanks!

Ah yes, the somewhat softer side of Tankgirl. Plenty of human qualities woven tight to this tapestry of written feelings.

small dreams will kill us, dream big and bask each other with enthusiasm ?

reading this, I was tempted to correlate each Stanza as step towards a goal. I'm not so sure now.

second stanza is quite beautiful and gells most nicely into the final one.

a lot to be taken in here and a marvelous translate from initial thoughts to finished post

hat tip, shine on

I know you get this, or will get it, Craic. Being human on the page, one of my personal challenges... Tank Girl wasn't looking when I wrote this.

Thank you for leaving your footprints, appreciate it.

the world spins quickly, makes us dizzy, maybe.
it would be nice to skip back in time, return to those serene places...

Back, in dream space. People forget their dreams, and the only 'should' really is to remember them.

Thanks, Feddeler, for sharing your thoughts.

Such soft incantations, a spell for a dream.  So nice to read.  Mike.

Did it catch you off guard? Me too, Mike. Thank you for reading.

Oh Atakti... you had me near to tears with these words!

You strike at me with piece after piece of perfected rhythmic pauses driving moments, words, and feelings home. The first stanza really sings in that regard.

It hits so close to home in the want to get back to simple, crystal clear memories of happiness that seem to fleet so fast and fade under the weight of the day to day turmoils and grandiose future plans.

Brilliant.

Damn, I love how you not only get my words, but that they affect you so. Beautiful comments, Ghoulie, much appreciated.

Well hello...
 
Wonderfully penned reality with a smack across the forehead... Thank You! We all need the smack from time to time...
 
The sharp opening line stands on it's own there like a Goliath and it was the confidence that sold it to me. The hyper thought in a question is tailored to perfection and I'd imagine some hard pondering went into the vocabulary.
 
When the love song opens in the second stanza, I want to hold you, and damn there is the sea! The swift smell of salt water that cures and brings pain to open wounds... How ironic.  
 
The slap of the future disguised in history hits us all hard in that punishing last stanza; that damn near slaps tears on the page. Almost like I know this story, like I felt it here before.  
 
Kudos
 
Love @ You  
Oh and Good Running Kid... Good Running..
 
Love  
Your friend
 
Al -x-

Hello yourself. :)

You're right, about all of it. A little slice of what scares me and others, it seems.

Thanks so much for the love and kudos, Al. Your visits always come with gifts. Love and peace back at ya.

In my mind Your style and ways of Writ tend to be as a Creator...something I particularly love in a Writer...where as this one is very giving of Your tenderness and self awareness ...it is nice to see vulnerability and heart- Touching indeed Dear Atakti!!!

I so dig your wry observations! Creator, huh? Now I have a goddess complex to add to the list of warped qualities! :P

See, I make (half) jokes cuz I woke up from this write and found myself bare, as you figured... Thanks, Soul, your comments rock.

Ah, but you've always been an oyster with your mind and style! Got to go back to see what we've forgotten ; change brings renewal and realization sometimes. They say dreams are our subconscious without the clutter of reality's taint. I like your young heart Atakti.  

Good to see you again, Jake... Your poems and comments were missed.

Thank you so much for your generous words. Yes, looking back has its uses, you're right on target there. I like what you said about dreams, makes total sense...

I love the last stanza, no wonder you miss them.

And yes, our subconscious always finds us in our sleep, we just do not always remember.

Wonderful as always Atakti. :)

I hardly ever remember. Let's not even mention the waking memories I seem to have erased - nothing traumatic, either, just... random deletions.

Thank you for the comments, M.

"A thousand dawns later, you say I cried in my sleep.
I say, I don't remember it, nor my small dreams...
Let's find those stars, that hallowed moon,
because night pearls are beautiful
and I miss their soft sheen."

What an amazing way to end a poem!

Thank you for reading and noticing, very kind...

Beautiful dreams seem to slip the grasp of memories, but ironically, nightmares are vividly ingrained in the mind. If only we could flip the script. Amazing ink.

Thank you so much, Michael. I'm pleased you noticed this older ink.