Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

All But a Dream

How easily you return,
Within this mind's hindsight,
Never knowing how the swelling,
Gaping hole of your absence,
Weighs me down heavily,
With the confusion of your presence
In my dreams...

I crave substance,
Though well be my visions and tastes,
Vibrant...real be this cruel shape before me,
With voice like readying thunder,
And eyes plotting my defeat,
Ready to touch and redeem my soul

See how long control has fled from me,
As every fiber of my being convulses
With a grief none shall ever feel
And only hear of...

You can tell me to wake up,
To face reality,
To cope with the passionate eruption of these killer dreams...
But I will not hear you,
Or any being who dares to force me out of this trance--no,
I will not hear you
When the thunder claps
And my soul writhes against your grasp
You can scream at me,
Call me a fool with no substance,
You can shake me with the quaking ire
Of your controlled authority,
Though I will stay here,
Like unbreathable air
With monomaniac devotion

My future became threadbare then,
Lost in the desire of my eager grasp
The force of hot feelings flowing against ancient, chilled iceburgs
We once were untouched,
Ummovable,
Yet free
And once I tasted your fire,
Freedom has become all but a dream...

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Duke Beaufort December 31, 2015 at 9:02 PM Hmmm. How tough it is to move on. No one can make us. If only there was a pill for this! I wish you well. Your explorations into the brain are deep. May the future and beyond bring you joy.

James Inman December 31, 2015 at 9:25 AM Haunting write, Laura. How easy it is to need, whether for another or the need to be in control of ourselves and how overwhelming and all encompassing that need becomes. Deep, beautiful write.

Maurice Yvonne December 30, 2015 at 10:33 PM How often does life turn the other way when what we need the most is for it to confront us face to face. The option is not always ours. Beautifully written. A Fav! Laura Breidenthal December 30, 2015 at 10:50 PM Very true.. thank you for another sweet visit! ~Laura

Justin Bordner December 29, 2015 at 3:13 PM The title is interesting in that it could mean this fulfillment is more than a dream, or nothing more than a dream,what is life and love if not a dream of desires and fears stretching the skin of our heart's drum my Gothic Poetess. When we discover a lost portion of our souls, we must chase it, keep it, be it's sanctuary and fire saver, even at the costs of cheaper freedom Laura.The 2nd verse is captivating in soul conflict clarity, "Like unbreatheable air with monomaniac devotion" awesomeJ.A.B. Laura Breidenthal December 29, 2015 at 9:46 PM Thank you Justin. As always, you are in tuned with the meaning, and always add your beautiful wisdom for my poetry. Gosh Justin, I'm looking forward to reading more of your new posts. <3 ~Laura