Dream the Fist, Wrist, and a Twist

by ChrisT   Oct 29, 2006


I was in a dream.
That hit like a fist.
In this dream,
I wrote on my wrist,
And with this dream
There came a twist.

I dreamt of a tree,
And its branches bowed.
No rope hang free.
As breath came and slowed.

I dreamt of silver
So sharp, so keen.
Red ran this river,
And its path so clean.

I dreamt of a tale,
That'll never appear.
I know that I'll fail,
And that, I'll always fear.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Amber

    Love it

  • 15 years ago

    by Katie

    Interesting title. The poem itself is different, and I like that. Great job, and thanks for the comment. :)

  • 16 years ago

    by Liz

    I like this poem alot i like the first stanza the best

    I wrote on my wrist,
    And with this dream
    There came a twist.

    that part the most

  • 17 years ago

    by Moose

    This is really good, i like your style of writing its very indervidual. and i love the way your talking about something without actualy saying it.
    its very good

    D_Devil.

    -Last night i walked with a zombie-

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