Mirage possibilities

A Poem by Dave W.

There is no hope with the heart.........

I seek Shangri-La

through a desert of mirage possibilities,

a thousand have been here before

now it’s my journey to tread

solitary I carry on

who could I tell these cryptic truths to

how does a smile have that kind of power

what is wrong with me

God

oh God

if only I could tell you what you mean to me

if only my mind’s eye was reality

if only I was blind to your beauty

if only

truly the heart is my enemy

I was content in ignorant sublimity

then I noticed

your eyes

your mind

your heart

God

oh God

I am damned by wants

I am damned by desires

there is no freedom

alone I continue on

hope has left long ago........

© 2025 Dave W.

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ETERNITY

The longer I felt the way of this poesy, the more I am convinced I am an intruder. My application to Sinclair to begin make up work has been interrupted by a photographer who has seen my profile, which I shot myself, and I have been invited to do a shoot in New York! I am flying out as soon as possible. I'm so full of regret that my feeble assumptions, or should I say presumptions, have been my own imaginations. You are quite a catch, eloquent Poet. May we meet again soon. Jen (Post Script. You were correct. My hope was futile from the start.)

Posted 10 Months Ago

10 Months Ago

Why are you an intruder?

10 Months Ago

I feel like an intruder at times when I try to be more brave yet feel defeated...I like you as a go.. read more

ETERNITY

There is hope as long as your heart is beating, elegant poet. Such beauty in your grief. I'm sorry to say that. I wish you could divide your gift from your seeming despair. I do hope to read more from you as you find that treasure you seek. You will find it. Thank you for posting.

Posted 10 Months Ago

10 Months Ago

Thankyou Jenny, sometimes there is no amount of hoping or wanting that will change things....

10 Months Ago

You'll be surprised, hun. God can do anything.

redd Brick Keshner

Unrequited? That’s probably what the desert ‘whispered’ to my mind’s ear. False hope(s)? That’s what mirages turn into after they dissipate. But for myself, I’m still fascinated by mirages… that may keep me from catching the reality of the situation at hand. A very engaging read 🙏🏻🕊