Caught in a dream
Dreaming I was a sculptor
Waiting to exit
So I may reward the world
With a tantalzing sculpture
Of the beautiful woman
Hidden within my dreams
And inspiration.
As I fantazie
Chiseling away at a rock
Bringing to life
An image and creation
Of a Roman Goddess
That dwells within you.
I escaped from my dream
Through a crack
In the corner of dawn
Rays of sunshine
Rinsing the sleep
From my eyes.
Reality soured my inspiration
For I am just a writer
Of verses
Whether they have rhythm
Or rhymes
With this new day
And uncertain times.
A beautiful write my friend, I always viewed artists as being special gifts from God. There are those who are sculptors, those who are painters, and those that are writers all intended for a purpose, to express, inform and entertain. Enjoyed this much!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
This is beautiful, William, I particularly liked these lines:
"I escaped from my dream
Through a crack
In the corner of dawn"
They are most poetic in the truest sense. A poet is a sculptor in their own "write". We form our thoughts into verses that would rival the smoothness of marble or alabaster and instill a vision of perfection in the reader.
Take care,
Sherry
Reality gets caught in dreams at times and we find ourselves glimpsing an illusion that awaits us reaching up to grasp it. Life is full of illusions amd if we consider them a hint at what we'd like to have...then we should go at it full steam ahead.
Love,
Susan
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on January 20, 2007
Dream of your reality and you'll always be content and loved,
Outstanding write William,
Michael
Ah, I must differ with you, William.... not * just a writer Of verses* Truly the sculptures the writer draws with his heart and blood are as beautiful as those created by the artist of the hands. An excellent write!
Ahhh, maybe you can't sculpt this goddess from stone, dear poet, but I know you can write about her -- I've seen you do it and wonderfully so! Methinks you love her so much that you would like more ways of showing her, and that's why you dream of sculpting. Well done and a pleasure.
Love,
CJ
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"...I escaped from my dream
Through a crack
In the corner of dawn
Rays of sunshine
Rinsing the sleep
From my eyes".
In my head they became a beautiful haiku...you are on a poetic roll William
love and peace, Carole
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Through a crack
In the corner of dawn <----- An Awesome verse my friend!
Through a crack
In the corner of dawn
Rays of sunshine
Rinsing the sleep
From my eyes".
What a beautiful way to wake from the beautiful visions you sculpt!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
I loved this beautiful poem, William.
Superbly written!
Thank you,
Love, Sheila
Peace always
Joselyn
"I escaped from my dream
Through a crack
In the corner of dawn"
They are most poetic in the truest sense. A poet is a sculptor in their own "write". We form our thoughts into verses that would rival the smoothness of marble or alabaster and instill a vision of perfection in the reader.
Take care,
Sherry
Love,
Susan
Outstanding write William,
Michael
Peace. Joyce
Love Tinka
Love,
CJ
Of verses
Whether they have rhythm
Or rhymes
With this new day
And uncertain times.
We need many writers of many different perspectives in these uncertain times.