'dark Dreamy Dream'
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(Repost from March 23, 2018)
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 a 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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October 22, 2020
Submitted to the contest, Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems)
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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