What Dreams Are Made Of
In the darkened attic, cold wind hisses
Drifting through mist of unfulfilled wishes.
The urge to stray climbs on hurrying ticks,
Cold wind hisses in the darkened attic.
Keepers of light, they open her desire
Promising hope, lost dream she will acquire
As remnant of fear leaves the rabid night,
They open her desire, keepers of light.
From heart’s window, footsteps quiver
To saunter onward and claim dream’s flicker
Rips of long nights soon abate her sorrow,
Footsteps quiver from heart’s window.
Slowly her fire roams, hands pick stiff brushes
Fingers tracing easels of stars’ splashes.
In this world, inner passion finds true home
Hands pick stiff brushes, slowly her fire roams.
… . …….. . .
(c)
*Swap Quatrain : each stanza is a quatrain where
the first line is reversed in the fourth line.
Kim Merryman’s 'What Dreams are Made Of ' Contest
31 July 2012
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment