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Dreams hope and love
In awe below stormy clouds
mounting threats dark in the east
arched against the evening sun,
Crows and foxes hide in hope,
natures gift making life worthwhile
dreams,soft, minds cannot
without hope,love not enough
nor can compete,dreams fade
so they must,
waking is our only hope.
Ephemeral flowers light our day
beneath the darkening east
from whence day is come .
Draw close beneath the trees
join the crow and fox as
storms embrace the day
stirring air to chill and clear
lungs refreshed.
Wait the long night vigil
hopes revived, with bonds of
dreams hope and love,these three
there is no more,none ever more.
Published 19th Dec 2015
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21st Dec 2015 10:19pm
dreams hope and love,these three
there is no more,none ever more.
Without a vision the people perish.
Soft as rainfall yet deep as thunder, Kexby.
there is no more,none ever more.
Without a vision the people perish.
Soft as rainfall yet deep as thunder, Kexby.
21st Dec 2015 11:02pm
Thank you Ahavati This poem seemed to write itself. You are right without vision the people perish but dreams are the nurture for vision.
22nd Dec 2015 4:12pm
There was a graceful effortlessness to this piece that was, for me, a crisp breath of fresh air. There is so much ease to your writing, but upon closer observation, it is evident how fine and elaborate the craftsmanship is. What intrigued me about this piece was the lack of commas between "dreams hope and love," but commas in other parts of the poem, which for me evoked a sort of unity that dreams hope and love is really one experience, one entity. I think it was an unexpected choice-- and it gave what is otherwise a timeless, smooth poem, an interesting edging.
Thank you for your observations. I write in a hurry which I find helps my style. I am a singer of plainsong and Gregorian chant with its asymmetric rhythms where the text dominates the music.Not all words require the same space some can be lightly touched,others more time, this applies to reading.The intelligent reading of a poem can be just as difficult as the writing. The ideal is for the reader to be the poet,when the timbre accent emotion can join in the performance. I have at times omitted punctuation,this places the full responsibility on the reader ( a performance as much as the singing of a song,The pace of reading should vary,some words have an internal beat of there own extra to grammar. I have tried using punctuation as breathing markers, as in music.' Dreams hope and love' share a uterine source in the manner of 'faith hope and charity'.Thankyou for your interest TheMuses 22
