Anne-Lise Andresen Poet Narrative

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06.09.2023

Anne-Lise Andresen
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I Dream Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Ink Empress

2nd place in the contest

- I Dream -

                      The night was unbearably barren and cold
                       - annihilated details of the celestial bodies
                              Stars flung away by just a roar
                Purple moon split as cardboard ... crumbled as a moth
                             The comet's tails were set on fire
                        catastrophic flames raged through the night
                 Naked marble statues with empty eyes that don't flinch
                  left behind the smell of aged conditioner and sweat
                  Their existence consequently cannot be recognized
                     Is the key of the present bound to the past ?
                            Their embrace instantly endeared me
                            broken hearts marbles lost the match
                         A dream I will never be able to document
                            I slept under the haunted night lamp
                                no princesses attended the ball
                                       - don't kill my hero

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Ink Empress September 12, 2023 at 4:14 AM I love the descriptive language and the flow of this. I especially loved the opening lines, drew me right in. Hauntingly poetic and deeply moving! You’ve written very well for dream! Thank you for writing. CONGRATULATIONS.

Andrea Dietrich September 7, 2023 at 12:20 PM wow, a nightmare dream. Way to go with this, Anne-Lise Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 12:30 PM - Truly a nightmare, Andrea :) - Many thanks for your comment :) - hugs

Joseph P. DiMino September 7, 2023 at 4:01 AM Wow! Outstanding poetry. "Their existence consequently cannot be recognized Is the key of the present bound to the past ?" -- deliciously deep. Love it! Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 5:27 AM - Three days ... three DARK poems ... that will be enough for a while, Joe :))) - Many thanks for your comment :) - hugs

Arthur Vaso September 6, 2023 at 10:14 PM Not only did I love this poem, but thanks for telling everyone not to kill me!!!! :) :) :) Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 1:10 AM - ... what would I have done without my hero, Arthur :) :) :) - Many thanks for your comment :) - hugs

Bj Legros Kelley September 6, 2023 at 6:05 PM This is scary, and yet, those marble statues, so sad, a reflective glance which truly have a haunting affect on one's dreams. I saw one in San Francisco when I was little, I remember it yet, and it actually deeply affected me as a child and made me cry, because I couldn't help shaking the fact that the child the statue depicted was of a little girl that looked like my baby sister. The real child had lived well over a hundred years before. This is so emotive, it brought back that distant memory. Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 1:07 AM - No wonder you got scared... scary for a small child - Especially when it looked like your sister, BJ :) - Many thanks for your comment :) - hugs

Sara Kendrick September 6, 2023 at 2:19 PM Definitely very descriptive and emotive with a touch of dark, scary details. I appreciate you dropping by my page. Did you write this one for Halloween?Sara Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 1:05 AM - No, Sara, I didn't write it for Halloween :) - (In Dream Poetry Poetry Contest) - Many thanks for your comment :) - hugs

Jay Narain September 6, 2023 at 10:01 AM Little scary, things always do not end in happiness. Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 1:03 AM - True, Jay :) - Many thanks for your comment :) - hugs

Jerry Brotherton September 6, 2023 at 9:57 AM A powerful tale. There has to be something that falls between a sweet dream and a nightmare. Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 1:02 AM - I would choose the sweet ones, Jerry :) - Many thanks for your comment :) - hugs

Sotto Poet September 6, 2023 at 9:44 AM Anne-Lise, your writing truly evokes a spine-chilling sensation. It reminds us that not every dream can have a happily-ever-after, as your words paint a vivid portrait of two terrifying nightmares. BOL with the contest Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 12:59 AM - It would be nice if we could choose which dreams to dream at night... (maybe in the future :))) - Many thanks for your comment, Las :) - hugs

Speaks Volumes September 6, 2023 at 9:23 AM Dreams are strange things. We create them.. Well no one else does ? Yet we cant control them ! I love it Anne-Lise. There is such relatable truth in your poem. The last line proves the fact that we are not in control with the plea "Don't Kill my hero !" This is distinctly different and very well written. BOL. Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 12:56 AM - Dreams can be influenced from the outside ... which makes a deep impression ... (death, violence, extreme weather, sounds and smells ....) - children today are very influenced by the games of the computer world ... - Many thanks for your comments,S.V. :) - hugs

Kim Rodrigues September 6, 2023 at 9:18 AM Quite interesting and who is the hero? Love: Purple moon split as cardboard ... crumbled as a moth Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 12:51 AM - the hero ... is your choice, Kim ... - Many thanks for your comment :) - hugs

Valsa George September 6, 2023 at 9:12 AM Quite alarming ! The horror of the nightmare haunts ! The changes in the sky are frightening. Great entry for the contest. All the Best Anne. Love and hugs ! Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 12:50 AM - this is a nightmare ... I'm glad I don't have these dreams, Valsa :) - Many thanks for your comment :) - hugs

Jan Allison September 6, 2023 at 7:34 AM a scary piece indeed Anne-Lise - not everything has a fairy tale ending even in dreams, hugs jan xx Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 12:47 AM - Dreams come in different "colors" ... thank you very much, Jan :) - hugs

Sally Eslinger September 6, 2023 at 7:01 AM A superb penning of a top two of nightmares. (I’d probably rank Dante’ Inferno as#1). Are U old enough to have practiced air raid drills in school? I recall them from 2nd grade. They don’t expose much abt it, but the arms build up in space is scary stuff, like your powerful poem! Where is the hope? I wonder. Peace 2 U, sally Anne-Lise Andresen September 7, 2023 at 12:44 AM - Yes, I have practiced air raids at school ... a scary thing for children - Many thanks for your comment, Sally :) - hugs

Regina Mcintosh September 6, 2023 at 3:41 AM Wonderful writing. Wishing you a win. God bless you, friend. Love, Gina Anne-Lise Andresen September 6, 2023 at 6:36 AM - Scary adventure/dream, Gina ... thanks for your comment :) - hugs

The Situation September 6, 2023 at 3:18 AM In the words I find the treasure you posses. Hidden muses peak where poets seek and sometimes find. Anne-Lise Andresen September 6, 2023 at 3:22 AM - Have I found the treasure ? -