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Daring To Dream
Her nightmares will recur, though dressed as dreams;
They haunt her memories when she’s awake;
She finds the sketchy details and the screams,
That woke her in the night, can rarely take
Their hold of her, when she’s listless and sad;
And, so, she stays quite mournful through the day;
She lets a sombre evening pass; the bad
Food and acidic wine stay on display,
Untasted after dusk, because she fasts
And starves each shadow’s pity on the stairs
She mounts, finding the day’s fled to the past,
Though she may tread quite softly, as her cares
Are washed away by faucets, that will stream
New nightmares, when she sleeps and dares to dream.
They haunt her memories when she’s awake;
She finds the sketchy details and the screams,
That woke her in the night, can rarely take
Their hold of her, when she’s listless and sad;
And, so, she stays quite mournful through the day;
She lets a sombre evening pass; the bad
Food and acidic wine stay on display,
Untasted after dusk, because she fasts
And starves each shadow’s pity on the stairs
She mounts, finding the day’s fled to the past,
Though she may tread quite softly, as her cares
Are washed away by faucets, that will stream
New nightmares, when she sleeps and dares to dream.
Published 7th Mar 2016
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7th Mar 2016 5:14pm
the way the verses are laid out makes it hard to feel the rhythm of the poem. I am left wondering what her dreams/nightmares are about. Does she dare to dream ... or not. And why.
8th Mar 2016 10:04am
The verses are set out in Shakespearean sonnet form admittedly slightly distorted by the odd enjambment. Perhaps it is for her to say or not to say what it is she dreams of and for you to hazard a guess at the same - as is often the case in life? Sometimes poetry isn't easy - but I do hope this poem isn't frustrating nonetheless.
8th Mar 2016 9:37am
Reason could be many...I can only take away from this in relation to meself
I do agree about the flow tho, maybe don't capitalise every line ie L8 is a continuation of L7
I liked this tho, has a haunting quality to it an i like the fact is left open for interpretation
:)
I do agree about the flow tho, maybe don't capitalise every line ie L8 is a continuation of L7
I liked this tho, has a haunting quality to it an i like the fact is left open for interpretation
:)
8th Mar 2016 10:10am
Glad this has the power to haunt. I take your point on the capitals - perhaps I am too much a slave to form.
9th Mar 2016 9:09pm
I can relate to this feeling sometimes waking up with Jagged thoughts....remnants of dreams/ nightmares manifesting incoherently throughout the day... Sometimes poetry isnt a linear expression. .diggin this vibe
14th Mar 2016 7:39pm
Untasted after dusk, because she fasts
And starves each shadow’s pity on the stairs
She mounts, finding the day’s fled to the past,
Though she may tread quite softly, as her cares
Are washed away by faucets, that will stream
New nightmares, when she sleeps and dares to dream.
Love This Part
Well Done !
And starves each shadow’s pity on the stairs
She mounts, finding the day’s fled to the past,
Though she may tread quite softly, as her cares
Are washed away by faucets, that will stream
New nightmares, when she sleeps and dares to dream.
Love This Part
Well Done !
