Dreams

Waking from a dream, this is what came into my head.

I have had dreams that foretell the future.

That name the past.

Dreams that thrill and frighten.

I have had dreams that teach me to understand.

That teach me of predators and prey.

Of good and evil. Of harmony and chaos.

I have dreamt, as babies do, of dark and warmth and the beginning of life and colour and imagination.

I have lain paralysed at the imaginings of the consciousness that shapes my dreams.

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

╰☆╮Wow, this is awesome. I love dream poetry and this is definitely going into my favorites. Every line of this is great.╰☆╮

[Tristyn]

Thank you. :) I thought so too. :P

[yolo]

Super sick! It actually describes dreams perfectly, that's exactly how i feel - paralyzed in body yet in some totally different world. Bravo!

[Tristyn]

I'm glad it's not just me. :P Thanks for the feedback. :)

[CatT]

Love this poem, especially the line about babies. Beautiful!

[Tristyn]

Thanks. :)

[Chris]

I do know that there are some who would go on about too many periods, incomplete phrases as sentences, too much defining, too little defining, word count, length, lack and presence of ...other things.

But...

I liked the thoughts your words brought into being behind my eyes. I felt I understood what you expressed and that it was relevant to my own experience.

[Tristyn]

Thank you. I know this has nothing like normal poetry about it. It was just thoughts that needed to come out and be shared, but in my head it fit the classification of poetry better than story.

I'm glad you got it. It was a pretty powerful thought when I had it, and it still affects me, so I'm glad to know that it affects you too.

[Chris]

Tristyn - THIS is exactly what Poetry really is. I visited another site where the critique was exactly like my first para for you. They took all the heart and soul from the work and yes, some points are valid in a sense but others were petty and took away the thought flow and intended understandings. They took the humanity and made it ...soundless.

I listened to ...you
and remembered my own -
in ways both old and yet
now
new.

I to - touched my tomorrows
and accepted understandings
and have lain awake when
the rain - inside -
leaked from my eyes.

Chris

[Tristyn]

I never looked at it that way. That's pretty much what I do - ignore 'proper' structure in favour of getting out what I feel, but I thought that meant I wasn't really writing poetry.

That poem brought tears of acceptance and understanding to my eyes. The emotion speaking through your words is so vibrant.