You are also caught with the fact that man is a creature who walks in two worlds and traces upon the walls of his cave the wonders and the nightmare experiences of his spiritual pilgrimage.Morris West
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Dreams Of Hide And Seek
I would not say, on the moment
All I thought upon that day
My thoughts were a tornado
Spiraled on parade
From first to last
No two did match
Yet wore the face of kin
Fraternal seed within the split
Raised apart....yet twin
I could not think in a sequence
My thoughts burst everywhere
In torment they ran riot
To blast my very air
Round the buzz came every night
Drilling sharp my dreams
In and out, came hiss and shout
The two, who lead the team
No valor for the quiet
No honor for the meek
No safety in dismissal
In dreams of hide and seek
Pax
A
2006
Since I began writing poetry , towards the end of each year I try to give life to embryonic drafts I find on scraps of paper, in my journals and on the pc. This is one such poem. What I added here were the last three stanzas.
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Love,
CJ
If this is how you can round up the Old year..just imagine how great the New!
Truly electric in its delivery! Especially love the final stanza..
Best wishes for an Abundant&Fruitful New Year to you and yours!
Love&Blessings, Rhonda
You have a child like heart Anita..that is both endearing and engaging..;-)
Have a wonderful and fulfilling New Year 2007
Love
Peter
I suspect you were smiling as you wrote this...enjoying the power of your pen.
Well done.
Happy New Year to you.
Gina
Regis
No honor for the meek
No safety in dismissal
In dreams of hide and seek
Quite a year-end summary, Queenie - and quite a quote - once again.
And a very Happy New Year to you, too!!
My thoughts burst everywhere
In torment they ran riot
To blast my very air
In situations like this we feel like we're wearing the outside in as well as the inside out - a recipe for chaos (a riot). A writer once said that in order to sort himself out he went so far inside that he came out 'the back of me'He chased his thoughts everywhere trying to grasp the first in sequence, then set the rest in order. In other words, in torment, he was blasted out by his intellectual, intuitive, and emotionally disordered air.
Your words also remind us that even as we lay our weary head upon the pillow, hoping to escape the 'hiss and shout' of the day, we find its legacy is not resolved in a dream but in a nightmare game of hide and seek. What's it we say? 'Sleep well'? Aye, sure.
I could don my reflective hiking boots and dare to ramble deeper, but the depth and height of one verse alone threatens cerebral blisters. No chance!
Enjoyed interacting with your evocative words as ever, hen.
Dai.
Take care,
Sherry
~Butch
ove Tinka
Fee
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Very different write. Cuts the senses like a scalpel.
Love these phrases:
"In torment they ran riot"
"Drilling sharp my dreams"
A powerful last stanza, and so true. What I gleaned was if you want to find new fertile lands you must press forward into places where you are uncomfortable and vulnerable.
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