The dead have nightmares too.
They see themselves returning,
breathing, weeping.
Moonlight steals the darkness
like a shy lovers glance,
peeking between the clouds.
Hide and seek is played
between the living and the dead,
While nightmares run through desolate streets
of forgotten synapse.
The dead hunt for lifeless minds.
A hollow shell.
A new possession.
With each discovered soul
a newly beating heart expels
the embalmer's touch.
The cadence of life renews.
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Reviews of "The Dead"
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2008
Great opening, Lori, with that first line. I also like the opening of the second stanza as well. You have a great gift for managing imagery. Wonderful writing.
very interesting, i'd like to know what you were thinking when you wrote it, but it seems to me that there are multiple levels of understanding possible with this piece...kinda scary levels, too! i appreciate work that makes me think and search for deeper meaning. thank you!
Made me think Lori, I think when I finish this earth, I won't need a return though. there are super places better, but I guess home will always have its appeal, a little contradiction. lp&h G
wow! I'm in the twilight zone with this one Lori, very haunting
and I'm glad it's early eve not bedtime. Shades of Mary Shelley;-)
Good to see you back!
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 6, 2005
Oh drat, that's me in the mire then. my mum always warned me about being an airhead...
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::mouth hanging open:: i've never thought of it...JAYSUS, what a thought provoker you've penned! well done!
love
"the dead have nightmares too
they see themselves returning,
breathing, weeping..." AWESOME!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Terrific writing!
Lisa
Well done!!
Love Tinka
and I'm glad it's early eve not bedtime. Shades of Mary Shelley;-)
Good to see you back!
Take care,
Sherry
Felix