Tuesday, November 15, 2016

i held four dreams



i held four dreams
in one hand, a plate
of promise in the other
i heard the words of a fallen sky
that fell upon the floor
a plaster face, a worn tongue
that held open every door

i could not wake
less or more - i could not
hear the cry
a harbored thought came over me
without a place to hide

the faded shore, the
labored breath, the rock now lifeless sand
and at a pause i postulate
the crossing in this place - that knows
not time, nor lies, nor hate
only a destiny and space

dreams are pure
held with a thread
as promise held the same
though one be right, one unknown
conscience holds the key - as now i turn
through every dream - await a given light
pen prayer of peace for clarity
as a night now slips to night

bkmackenzie
2016

Poetry Panty - Poets United

22 comments:

  1. dream on fair maiden
    and with this kiss I thank you

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  2. The first three lines just grab me - and the last stanza - I can see that thread being careful woven and tested ... intriguing poem.

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  3. Dreams vs. promises. A very deep write.

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  4. I love the metaphor of that 4 dreams and your ending line- pen a prayer of peace for clarity ~

    Thanks for joining us at OLN ~

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  5. I, too, love your first three lines and the last stanza.

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  6. This is just amazing.. are there empty wishes or a wish in a dream, reminds me of the proverb "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"

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  7. A most beautiful haunting write.
    Dreams sometimes hold promise...
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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  8. conscience holds the key - as now i turn
    through every dream - await a given light

    That is true! Dreams are pure but somewhat complicated but one hopes for the best in reality!

    Hank

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  9. This has a mysterious feel to it and there appears to be a puzzle within these dreams. Sometimes we never can figure out the meaning but other times I've found very clear messages for me.

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  10. This is really good.

    I think this hits me the hardest:
    "i could not wake
    less or more"

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  11. dreams are pure
    held with a thread
    as promise held the same
    though one be right, one unknown

    Beautiful lines!!

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  12. As always so beautifully done! "Night to night."

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  13. I LOVE your opening lines! Brilliant! Such a wonderful poem!

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  14. The title and premise seem etched in the teller's psyche...such that it feels not just prophetic but perhaps inevitable? There is so much you offer us in the shadows between the thoughts and lines.. May she pick the brightest dream

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  15. Four dreams in one hand....what a gift that would be.

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  16. Dreams and promises - a fascinating expression of that which lifts our hearts - and that which crushes us. Wonderful writing!

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  17. worn tongue
    that held open every door... goodness, what images you weave! Lovely!

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  18. "...this place - that knows
    not time, nor lies, nor hate
    only a destiny and space"...I am feeling almost breathless at this place...so powerful words...

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  19. It has an incantational feel which is very effective.

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