He
dreamed for years,
until
the dream formed
words,
and sentences formed
story,
and story formed yet
another
dream. The dream
became
real, tearing the walls
of
his mind, seeking escape
to
become other dreams,
others’
dreams. He held it,
still,
until it made
an
unconditional demand.
He
opened bloodied palms
and
watched words take flight.
This
poem is submitted to dVerse
Poets, where the Poetics prompt today is “The Art of Letting Go.” To see
more poems, please visit dVerse
poets.
Photograph by Richard Spencer via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
12 comments:
nice...and true man...we have to let that baby we have born and cared for go...knowing not everyone will treat it well....when we write....and when we live....smiles.
nice when the words take flight...and they only can if we let go...nice...
This - I love. So true, so hard, so right.
How well this describes the process of writing a story! I love the line ". . .seeking escape to become other dreams, others' dreams."
Just beautiful, Glynn!
flutters from within
made their way
crying psalms
shining stars
into the night
I've read this twice and got a different meaning each time.
... and that miss Nance, she always leaves such purty words in comment boxes, aye?
blessings.
...nice how things go & become from just a simple thought to letting of words that commands & demands... Smiles...
other dreams, others' dreams:)
enjoyed this read....
Beautiful!
It reads like phantasy but stays within the real Inspired.
..hmm, bloodied palms..words from the heart let out...let go...nice ;)
writing is like this
painting too
vivid poem
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