Dark Dreamy Dream
I was down deep in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at an eerie secret silence;
with roars, rumbles and the rage of riotous birds,
in trees unseen and in branches of twisted tapestry.
When I heard with heartbreak mother's heavenly voice,
calling in the caliginous, obscure gloomy forest canopy;
it was my name and I searched with a narcotic need,
I ran wild, rampant and rapacious wailing WAIT.
Until, I was worn-out weary and woebegone;
I murmured and mumbled- mother, mother . . .
Then, sun blazed like a bath into my bedroom.
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March 23, 2018
Poetry/Alliteration/Dark Dreamy Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1006-184-23
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Alliteration Poem,
sponsor, Silent One, Judged 03/2018
Second Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1052)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/16/2022
First Place
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