Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

Dreams I Still Taste

When I close my eyes I fall...
I'm dropped into a soul with no walls...
In this dreamworld I'm forced to walk alone...
Strolling my past that's stripped to the bone...
I try to blow off the dust that sits on my tears...
All the stumbles and mistakes that won't disappear...
Free falling through hands and stares that have no faces...
And suddenly I'm dropped back down to familar places...
But the dream I still taste on the back of my tongue...
And for that day I breathe and swallow a dream still sung...


"Dream a Lil Dream" contest
12/4/11

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Reneice Mowatt December 18, 2011 at 9:00 PM i like it! deep...congrats!

Andrea Dietrich December 9, 2011 at 10:15 AM I sure remember this one! Congratulations on your win, Michael.

Carol Sunshine Brown December 9, 2011 at 5:54 AM Congratulations on your great win in Tracie's "Dream" contest Michael. Love, Carol

Tracy Edwards December 9, 2011 at 12:20 AM A lovely poem Michael with a hint of sadness, congrats on your 6th place win in my dreams contest xx

Bob Quigley December 8, 2011 at 10:44 PM Congratulations on your win Michael

Jacqueline Evans December 6, 2011 at 4:12 PM you use awesome words and awesome descriptions lol i def like the "dust to tears" line and soul" with no walls" awesome!!

Dan Kearley December 5, 2011 at 4:56 PM Wow! Very nice write! It has such power and flow...

Debbie Guzzi December 5, 2011 at 2:21 PM Good one..very real interpetation of a powerful dream! Light & Love

Johnny Sumler December 5, 2011 at 1:15 AM Very surreal and mystic writing Mike! A wonderful entry and a sure winner!

Wilma Neels December 4, 2011 at 10:47 PM Isn't it good that we still taste them even if they are from the past.. I can go so many places with this one Michael. Thanks for the early morning contemplation my friend.. Love always W ;)

Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2011 at 5:18 PM Michael, I just love how you worded those last two lines, "I still taste on the back of my tongue" That is good poetry, engaging the senses!

James Peranteau December 4, 2011 at 5:15 PM One thing I like about poetry is; how a poet defines(whatever) in their own dimensions, this makes for the reader to feel as if another artist has evolved ! Awesome dear poet ! Have a blessed week my friend ! Much love, james

Carolyn Devonshire December 4, 2011 at 3:28 PM Truly amazing, Michael. I love the way you describe the solitude of the dream world and how the memories of these dreams still affect you after you wake. Sometimes, a dream can have quite an impact on the rest of the day. The last line is priceless..."swallow a dream still sung." I can really relate to this poem. Best wishes in Tracie's contest, my friend! Love, Carolyn

Dawn Mclaughlin December 4, 2011 at 12:07 PM Michael this is beautiful ink..:)

David Williams December 4, 2011 at 10:39 AM Michael the flow of this is quite hypnotising, it carries you smoothly from the past into the present, enjoyed..David

Sarah Seraphin December 4, 2011 at 9:54 AM * "I FIND MYSELF AGREEING WITH BEAUTIFUL CATIE ONCE MORE * MY DEAR SWEET PRECIOUS MICHAEL * DREAMS SOMETIMES BECOME AS THE WINDS FROM WHENCE THEY CAME * TRANSITORY THESE DOVES TO FLY AWAY * YET IN FAITH WE FIND PEACE KNOWING * THAT ALL IS FOR A REASON & IN THE END * EVERYTHING BECOMES BEAUTIFUL * LOVE YOUR DEPTH * LOVE YOUR PRECIOUS HEART * MY LUV ALWAYS * SARAH." *

Dinda Minardi December 4, 2011 at 8:41 AM Wow, this is somehow, I feel a dark here.. Love this though.. Multidimensional fall, I can relate so much. I felt this before, but hey, those time of worries and wearies only make our poems stronger, Mike. If this one came from your real event, write it out will be the best way :)

Parker Dellinger December 4, 2011 at 8:32 AM Beautiful poem, Michael! I enjoyed your word choice, as it painted an almost abstract painting in my mind about my own hopes and dreams that seem lost, or forgotten. A job very well done! Good luck in the contest!