Krow Fischer Poet Free verse

Illusions of Dreams

They say that life
is a metaphor of the spirit
and that time is a construct
that we all believe in,
as the world we perceive in.
Chance, circumstance
is the dance we play
on the first stage of destiny
where history
reforms itself to our liking
spiking the elixir of youth
with truth.
Matter meets form
in the dark spaces between
where fate is seen
as a well marked trail of tears
denoting the hopes and fears
of the ancestors making.
The past
is forever taking
from the now.
What we allow
becomes achievable
believable
a transformation
of creation
for all our relation
shapeshifting
sand sifting
uplifting
future gifting
an open door....
we are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

We can live the illusion
or we live the dream.

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Krow Fischer February 19, 2009 at 9:11 PM OK, I will write a chair poem.

Debbie Guzzi February 19, 2009 at 2:35 PM Fantastic!!! Now, Krow, I know, you can make a chair talk! Build me a dream chair, how about one on a star ship. I writer like you could make a rock talk, a chair should be no trouble at all. Please enter my Chair Tale contest. Light & Love Debbie

Carolyn Devonshire February 19, 2009 at 2:05 PM Krow, "The past is forever taking from the now," is a brilliant observation! And If you truly believe "We are the ones we've been waiting for," you might enjoy "The Mountain I Believed to Be Id." This is a great verse and I thank you for your kind comments on "I See Tomorrow in You." I rarely write love poems. Look forward to reading more of your work, Carolyn