I dreamt of a well, dried
Ink like sand
A plume
Laying on the ground
The dust weighing it down.
A soul arid of love
Dozing off at a desk
Without inspiration
Just plain old trying
His imagination.
Thunder awakens him
A blest storm tried
Not even the lightning
Carried words
So the heavens cried
Tear drops falling
Yet, not from his eyes.
Rolling thunder
Played the field bass
Disappearing
Towards the west
Leaving a great distance
Renewed and wet.
I dreamt a dream
Or did a dream
Dreamt me?
I feel so lost
My muse hides
Deep from
Conceptive reach
Through
Faded black memories.
Am I
Dreaming of you?
Or are you
Dreaming of me?
Is it your lips, I taste
Or the nectars
Of the God's
That stains my mouth?
As you travel
Through the corridors
Of time.
I need you
Here in my now
To feel you alive
Words block me from you
Words I've yet created
To place on lines
To level the meaning
Of time.
Verses converge upon you
incarcerating you
Until Wisdom and Knowledge
Yields
To my purification
Of rhythms and rhymes.
By D'Artagnan
William Bonilla
05/30/05
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Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on June 9, 2005
I dreamt a dream
Or did a dream
Dreamt me?
..hmm..I am convinced that dreams dream us..and I have nothing against that concept..
beautiful write William..much depth and wisdom here..ty!
Keep digging for that elusive muse, William; the results are entirely worth the effort. Much enjoyed this write.
Best,
Carolyn
PS-- Hope the tooth is better!
Such a beautiful relationship you have with your passion for writing! With your poetry. Absolutely amazing, William! You envoke me like that, I'll come running, William ... chuckles.
These past few weeks
Have been like a cup of sand for me
between lack of though my same old grumblings
about pain and traveling
nothing worst then traveling
when one is not feeling good
this contributive piece,
was born out of a severe tooth ache
(An emergency extraction) that felt good
during an electrical storm
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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Or did a dream
Dreamt me?
..hmm..I am convinced that dreams dream us..and I have nothing against that concept..
beautiful write William..much depth and wisdom here..ty!
Vesna*
Best,
Carolyn
PS-- Hope the tooth is better!
God bless,
Sandie.
Peace and love my friend, Carole
Excellent poem born from pain! :) Hope you're feeling MUCH better soon. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
the kind dreams are made of
Happy to see you posting....feeling any better...healtwise??
Love Tinka
Have been like a cup of sand for me
between lack of though my same old grumblings
about pain and traveling
nothing worst then traveling
when one is not feeling good
this contributive piece,
was born out of a severe tooth ache
(An emergency extraction) that felt good
during an electrical storm
William ......Peace & Love To all
Love,
Eileen
William..
Great write!