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Dream Poem

August 7, 2011
By Sophie Rose Cope SILVER, Cape Town, Other
Sophie Rose Cope SILVER, Cape Town, Other
7 articles 0 photos 37 comments

Dust from a far-away attic
Clings to me.
Snail-lapped mists carry me up
And up, to pleasant, honeyed sunshine.

Short grass, bare feet, dew.
I walk this path of my dreams:
Drink this dark, sweet water.

Now I am falling...
Down into Autumn-inched roots,
Down into neon-lit Medieval times.

The path is hard, though my feet are nowhere.
Wind threads a lavender field
With whispers I cannot catch;
Those flowers are sweeter in color than smell.

Here I stand, his eyes (so young) catch mine.
Red and black, medals, a gun.
You are of my dream - my imagining...
Why does violence simmer in your eyes?

I must leave you now.
I must flee from this metal city -
A factory of stars.
I must to not see that cloaked merchant,
those cows ambling in their field.
I turn from you - dream boy.
I rise into dust from a far-away attic.

The author's comments:
The intention of this poem was to create that sense of deep, surreal mystery which usually accompanies the memory of a dream, on waking up.
With the concluding line which links to the first one, the reference to the violent soldier who actually turns out to be the 'dream boy' I attempted to create a vibe which was strange, but not entirely incomprehensible.

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This article has 11 comments.

Ayme. said...
on Jul. 18 2012 at 1:45 pm

just like dream...

I can really relate to it

on Jan. 20 2012 at 12:25 am
Sophie Rose Cope SILVER, Cape Town, Other
7 articles 0 photos 37 comments
thank you Ahmad! You are most kind.

on Jan. 17 2012 at 11:30 am
Ahmad-Mobeen GOLD, Rawalpindi, Other
11 articles 4 photos 60 comments

Favorite Quote:
Understand life... Don't just STAND UNDER it!

You write really really well! =) It's dreamy and breath-taking! =)

on Sep. 11 2011 at 5:18 pm
HazelNutBee PLATINUM, Beaver Dam, Wisconsin
39 articles 0 photos 1 comment
so wonderful, it felt like Alice in Wonderland mixed with every dream I've ever had. I loved your use of colors, they were unassuming yet always present to give detail. Great job!(:

dancestar GOLD said...
on Sep. 6 2011 at 4:06 pm
dancestar GOLD, Westford, Massachusetts
13 articles 0 photos 127 comments

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tht was very good imagery! great job! please check out sum of my other work like "Girl Next Door" and a piece that is pending publishing "A Love Unreciprocated" Thanks! and keep writing!

Harebelle GOLD said...
on Aug. 17 2011 at 12:19 pm
Harebelle GOLD, Vancouver, Other
14 articles 1 photo 118 comments
This feels very...well...dreamy, in a  nice way. The details you mention are beautiful, especially 'snail-lapped mist'. Keep writing!

on Aug. 16 2011 at 10:36 am
Sophie Rose Cope SILVER, Cape Town, Other
7 articles 0 photos 37 comments
Thank you! and yes - the poem does kind of 'regress' into a place that one must hastily escape. A nightmare

on Aug. 15 2011 at 12:25 pm
Callaghan PLATINUM, Medford, Massachusetts
41 articles 8 photos 56 comments

Favorite Quote:
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
-Marcus Zusak, The Book Thief

i really like the ideas and the way it flows :) i also like the way it goes from being a dream to a nightmare (right?) anyway, i love it!!

Violet123 said...
on Aug. 15 2011 at 9:51 am

thank you for your kind and helpful words!

My intention with the soldier... well, he was just THERE, I think. the whole poem is like a journey through parts of my own mind - the soldier a disturbing... yet complex feature of that. but really, I'm not entirely sure

on Aug. 14 2011 at 12:59 pm
Regs_the_Shorty GOLD, Frankfort, Illinois
13 articles 0 photos 129 comments

Favorite Quote:
There are people who finish what they start and.....

Since you commented on mine I decided to comment on your poem. I liked the poem alot and I hope that you are submiting more poems!

on Aug. 14 2011 at 10:08 am
Blue4indigo PLATINUM, Sturbridge, Connecticut
24 articles 0 photos 382 comments

Favorite Quote:
I'd rather be sorry for something that I did than for something I didn't do.
-Red Scott

By no means do I claim to be a poetry critic, but your poem is very nice. It was very descriptive, the imagery was lovely. It did have a sort of vague feeling, I got the sense, though that the soldier was not the central figure because of all the words you spent describing other things, and gave so little to the soldier. Was that your intention?