A Dream Sleeps

by Lonely Rider   May 27, 2010


A Dream Sleeps

Under wreaths of heaven blue
a dream sleeps in whisper,
on canvas of melancholia.

Crashing against the coarse shore,
thousand hues of horizon
diffuse into timeless wait,

A moon-dust sprinkled silhouette
walks along pragmatic corridors
towards eternal solitude,

...and beyond.

Miscarriaged Chimera.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Minkus

    Your word pairings and phrasing are to be admired in the way they create such a feel for the poem. I believe that I totally understand how the dream felt, some of the imagery from it. The closing line is also very interesting--I looked up chimera and it seems that the modern usage is "an impossible or foolish fantasy, hard to believe." It fits right in with the rest of the poem, and overall, this is an excellent work deserving of the contest win. Great job!

  • 13 years ago

    by Ingrid

    This is a really nice poem, although I would have written " on a canvas of melancholia", but that is just a minor detail.

    Really nice wording and congrats on the win:)

    God bless,

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 13 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Nice word choice and imagery!

  • 13 years ago

    by mandy

    Wow, that was beautiful. I love the pictures you paint in your poem, breathtaking! 5/5

    p.s. Thank you for commenting on my poem, it's always appreciated.

    mandy :)

  • 13 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Nice work Raj.