Easy Dream

The walls dripped 

Chips and scars of broken brick tumbling to my language…

      Covered with unexplored emotion

Just like us

The lost city of some lone carpenter’s design

Hidden in the thin divide

The Tao of each nail whistling a desolate song

Hinge sweat still holding back the wolves

The angles forming puzzles of solitude

and it all seems to die in a hand of elsewhere 

as elsewhere is an engine of time

A string

Hanging from the ears of god,

We form the sound of dark turned roads

Night after life

But these walls between us breathe

And we -

The mice of cheese and

Scholars of halls and glass-rimmed philosophies

hope and die

for an easy dream.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Interesting read. Enjoyed well 👍

[Perdition]

Most appreciated...on my way~

[Ken e Bujold]

tumbling to my broken language ... haunting lyric my friend. Love the weave of mysticism and carpentry. Zen of handiwork. No problem picturing you sitting on a rough-hewn bench, ear cocked to the winds around you, straining to hear the whisper of spirits.

ken

[Perdition]

The ken returns..lol.
thank you and I remember this poem being a moment when I had discovered where and how I enter into a poem verse a spiritual experience and how do you distinguish the two...some thoughts are not meant to be poems and so are those poems that are very spiritual in experience not necessarily meant for the page. I'm still amazed at how the title can do this or that and the first line and how the process leads you almost stumbling into some higher or deeper fascination plateau of its own. Thanks ken hope the sunny skies are still lingering.

[Ken e Bujold]

sun is a scarce commodity here. though thankfully singapore tanned me well. Been beavering on the new collection, which to include, and start of their hard revisions. Thankfully, now that most of the choices have been made, a bit of time for returning to read my missing poets.

ken

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Great metaphor comparing us as humans to tunnels roads and buildings. Or did I get that wrong
Never mind it’s the reader who must interpret the writers work in the end
I found the tunnels to be our brain all interwoven with roads
The house n fading bricks our body aging
And the philosopher or designer God
Well done 👍

[Perdition]

Good God are you ever way off… lol. Just having fun. Quite refreshing and an honor to have such an insightful and astute reader in my aisle. Sorry about the dust and creaky floorboards . I was just about to oil the shelves and joists. Get you some wine while you wait? Hey Stranger!! Thank you for the kind words and more. Feels like a homecoming of sorts having these wonderful visitations!! Guess I just have to do it all over again now huh? Deep breath… well if I gotta, I gotta ✍️! Be by soon. I’m trying to find a keyboard…I hate typing with my phone! Don’t you? Dictation never works either … And what is that metallic noise?? lol. Smiles ~

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

I use my phone all time on this site
That’s cos I’m too lazy to sit at a desk ha ha
read moreI use my phone all time on this site
That’s cos I’m too lazy to sit at a desk ha ha
Thanks 🙏

[Ken Simm.]

The Tao of the nail really got to me. As did the rest of this rich and fine poem. Clever and soulful.

[Perdition]

Much appreciated Ken! And in all seriousness “Cheeky” will ALWAYS find a home here. Cheers!!

[Matthew Kult]

Excellent read and write. You left without something clever to say. Yet you are a master of words and images.

With love,

Matthew

[Perdition]

Something clever to say? Well, a thank you is a must, and as far as leaving, not quite yet sir..Once more the love is thrown back as we all seem absent in that regard. Thank you, Matthew!

[Matthew Kult]

Sorry, I meant to say you left me without something clever to say. Your poem was clever enough lol.

Matthew

[Perdition]

No worries and thanks!

[Wordpress]

A very good tapestry of linguistic muse! You notice things, nuance, the witness self. Very well demonstrated this craft...

[Perdition]

A bit late I would say!!, but such kind words and wow, I never saw this review...well better late than never I suppose? Still. this is beyond late and all apologies, and a thank you profusely Wordpress.

[emmajoy]

'The lost city of some lone carpenter’s design .. Hidden in the thin divide.. '

Maybe easy dreams aren't supposed to be found? Perhaps that's what fires the seekers into adventuring on - whether awake or lost in dreams, turning the hours light and dark. Never yet understood why people work so hard to find answers when all the time they're forgetting to question anything and all that's about, above! 'And it all seems to die in a hand of elsewhere | As elsewhere is an engine of time .. ' and thereby hangs string.. silence.. life and death .. perhaps.

But you use your wonderful language, discreetly argue your views of.. anything, everything and that results in writing that could mould people's thoughts into Thoughts.. or alternatively, drive them crazy trying to emulate you. Why ' Die for an easy dream' when it might be so unworthy of consideration.

[Perdition]

Oh, but maybe it IS worthy after all. The life unexamined is what? And in the end we get there anyway. Thanks!! Love your energy.

[nafisa]

That is outstanding, so deep. i'm new on this and so far impressed : )

[Perdition]

Thanks and welcome to the cafe~

[nafisa]

Thank you : )

[Shadows Ember]

I love this. Very interesting. Well-written.

[Perdition]

Stop holding your breath already! Thanks~

[Shadows Ember]

huh? im confused

[Perdition]

Your picture..Looks like your holding you breath :p

[Shadows Ember]

haha XD i didnt catch that XD

[KAREN]

Very creative write! Dreams are not always easy and we all find are selves praying for them kind of dreams. You have some awesome lines in this poem.
100/100

[Perdition]

Thanks ..love the get up!

[KAREN]

Your welcome, and thanks!