Just a Dream

by Maple Tree   Feb 29, 2012


I watched an hourglass
slowly diminish
as memories
quickly ate away
at each tear
that was shed.

The ghostly Titanic
sank within my soul,
drowning screams
filtered through
my feverish brain
and I remained standing,
alone In silence
with a violinist
and a single red rose.

Tiny grains of sand sifted
between my trembling fingers
knowing within, that our time
would soon end.

Dropping a rigor mortis petal
onto a frozen, broken heart
I urged the violinist to play
our song "Forever".

My eyes began to flutter
as the morning sun arose
watching you sleep beside me,
"Just a dream I whispered"
reaching over to kiss you
shocked in disbelief,
as a withered rose petal
wilted within the palm of my hand....

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  • 12 years ago

    by Kiko

    I really enjoyed this write. There is a lot of wonderfully romantic imagery, and you did a nice job adding your own personal touches to the Titanic story.

    There are a few minor technical issues I think could make the poem "shine" a bit better. The first is to put the scene in the present, instead of the past. I also took the liberty of trimming down some of the lines, so they would be a bit crisper.

    I might also change the title to something like "Unsinkable Love" or something else that alludes to the Titanic, without actually saying "Titanic."

    As always, you can feel free to use or disregard these suggestions. In any case, the poem is very well written. :)

    I watch an hourglass
    slowly diminish,
    as memories
    fade away
    with each tear
    that is shed.

    The ghostly ship
    sinks within my soul,
    drowning screams
    filtering through
    my feverish brain.

    A violinist plays on,
    and I am standing alone,
    clutching a single red rose.

    Tiny grains of sand sift
    between my trembling fingers,
    as I feel my life ebbing away.

    Dropping a rigor mortis petal
    onto a frozen, broken heart,
    I urge the violinist to play
    our song, "Forever".

    My eyes begin to flutter,
    as the morning sun arises.
    "Just a dream," I whisper,
    reaching over to kiss you

    ...and a wilted rose petal
    falls from my hand.

  • 12 years ago

    by Heavy

    Somehow, a lot of your poetry, tends to send chills down my arms. You captured the sorrow, the emotion VERY well! I'm baffled! Your graceful descriptiveness passes along vivid imagery to the reader!! ^_^ I loved this, with a mystical ending! Another great piece!

    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by marlon lumangyao

    I felt like all of my hair stood up...frightened of the last paragraph,....i was saying oh my GOD on the last part..

  • 12 years ago

    by marlon lumangyao

    I felt like all of my hair stood up...frightened of the last paragraph,....i was saying oh my GOD on the last part..

  • 12 years ago

    by Ronel McCarthy

    The image of an hourglass is powerful /combined with the tragedy of the Titanic ............the violin. Ouch! and a rose petal for the final touch of emotion . Beautiful !