this has to be a dream
i'm alone by a stream
the wind blows stealthily
and white feathers gather
into the form of a cape
and wrap around my shoulders
last night i dreamed i painted
these feathers in a headress
and the profile of an indian woman
wearing them,it was beautiful
the feathers edged with a
rainbow of soft pastels
this morning i awoke seeing
a yomg buck set a fire outside
a teepee, i heard drums beating
but as i got out of bed the vision
disappeared
now i'm by this stream,and
suddenly the drums beat again
and i begin a melodic chant
stunned that it is coming from me
i run away through the forest
and the feathers come apart
floating all around me,and a
tree shouts" you can't run away
from yourself" and i wake up
well done poetic insight into the dream world Eileen, and in your poem as you stated, "we can not run from ourselves" however God can help us understand ourselves better and change negative dreams, hugs
Dreams, reality skirted by the brush of fantasies. Another masterful write E T. You have skillfully captured the essence of a nocturnal experience. Jon Michael Willey
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on May 8, 2008
Captivating in both style and imagery.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on May 7, 2008
I've tried before, don't work
I accept meself though...
Neat dream and music Eileen..
Love ya
Ron
Impressive images, your dreams, E.T. More beautiful your words of telling. I always wonder about dreams I have similar to this...are they from our past, or our future? Or are they simply images implanted in our minds from something we've read or seen?
Dream on, dear friend!
Love ~ Micke
Wow, one lovely dream filled with the images of a more peaceful time spent by a stream. When life was young and all around was once pristing and no, you can hide but you can never run away from who you are, exquisitely stated...
Eileen, your dream brings fantastic images and leaves this reader with glorious imaginations...trying to run away from yourself but find life is the same regardless of our dreams. I enjoyed this.
A beautiful dream Eileen, and dreams are so real like at times but as others have said we can run from almost anyone but not ourselves. Thank you for sharing,
Newfie hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2008
I am a living testament that you can't run away from yourself, Eileen . . . You read "Misdemeanors & Felonies: A Memoir," so you know something of which I am talking about . . . Yourself will eventually catch up with you if you are lucky . . . Like me . . .
I love it it sounds to me that our muse
gather our spirits and wrote about the beauty
Of the Native American traditions
I'm going to read about your dream to see what it means
On the N A dreams!
This is a gem of a write Eileen
I hope you viewed my video that is
Found on my Biography page
Peace Love and Hugessss...Morning Star
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I accept meself though...
Neat dream and music Eileen..
Love ya
Ron
Beautifully composed Eileen
Love & Peace be with you
William
Dream on, dear friend!
Love ~ Micke
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
*might want to check spelling of 'young' in the line, 'a yomg buck set a fire outside'* :)
Newfie hugs, Rose
Georg
Well done Eileen!
An outstanding depicting of a Vision painted with the colors of the rainbow of wisdom.
I salute You, Poet.
In reverent admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
A beautiful dream with a rather haunting ending. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Much wisdom here.
Cryssa
from yourself"...much wisdom...and so very true.
gather our spirits and wrote about the beauty
Of the Native American traditions
I'm going to read about your dream to see what it means
On the N A dreams!
This is a gem of a write Eileen
I hope you viewed my video that is
Found on my Biography page
Peace Love and Hugessss...Morning Star