Landscape Of A Dream
by
Amber V Moonstone
Monday, October 19, 2009
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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A dream I had last night...
*Photo: Sound View Beach, Old Lyme, CT
taken by: Amber "V" Moonstone
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Landscape of a Dream
by Amber "V" Moonstone
10/19/09
Sand dunes, driftwood, ocean blue,
Sounds of seagulls coming through,
Lost man walking aimlessly by.
Solitude visited, calmness felt,
children playing
lovers swaying.
Lost man sitting on a rock
thoughts of her filled the air
seagulls flying without a care.
Waves kissing the sunbaked shore,
Lost man wishing for a cure,
to end the loneliness creeping inside his cave.
Waders shouting gleeful screams,
Lost man says,
"Nothing is what it seems".
Cloudless sky begins to frown,
rain begins to pelt down,
Everyone scatters away so quickly.
Lost man sits upon his rock
Knowing that time
is his own clock!
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| Reviewed by Roger Ochs |
10/21/2009 |
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| Your choice of rhyme scheme lightens the darkness of the dream to provide a certain balance. Delightful. |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge |
10/21/2009 |
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| Beautiful images and compelling thoughts |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
10/20/2009 |
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wow Amber this is great and the ending line is key,,is it not? wonderful visuals,,,,and I can hear those seagulls call.
love
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
10/20/2009 |
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Very nicely done Amber, I think often we are all like that lost man, seeking the missing pieces of our whole.
hugs
fee |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
10/20/2009 |
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| i enjoyed this- |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
10/20/2009 |
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| What an awesome picture of loneliness you've painted in this well-written poem! I can just see that poor man sitting there with the world going on around him, but not for him. |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
10/20/2009 |
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| EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOUR WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
10/20/2009 |
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Landscape of a dream surrounding a man sitting on a rock as he tries to shake from his memory the picture of a panoramic nightmare of seconds lined up waiting to enter his clock and end his time.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
10/19/2009 |
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my goodness, spot-on, Amber and I like the way that you have cleverly shnwn that, although nothing is at is appears, how it DOES appear to us is our very real perception of the truth and that truth can invade our reality - if you get my gist like here, the guy is walking under sunshine but his, as it happens, truth-ful perception that "nothing is as it seems" brings on some very real rain! How I love these kinds of intriguing mirror-writes and ideas.
And the collective consciousness is also fascinating: I wrote a poem yesterday, also playing with ideas of solitude versus loneliness, with some exact-same imagery, like this:
Loneliness is the sudden
clapping of times hands,
closing on the strike of twelve:
a draught, a gasp,
a chink, a link,
a blink, a hic, a tic
that momentary eyelid flicker
when your own soul opens
the door to you
then drifts away unseen.
Love the commonality of this dream landscape, but also its unique perspectives as seen through the mind and eyes of the solitary one. xx |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
10/19/2009 |
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| Thought provoking dream and poem, Amber. |
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| Reviewed by Debra Bateman |
10/19/2009 |
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| An interesting poem Amber, well done! : ) |
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