Wren Rushing Poet Rhyme

Out of Reach

Dreams seem important, but rarely make sense,
it's like peering through a peephole in a fence.
The slivers of truth I'm allowed to see,
when awake they become mysteries to me.

Reflections of reflections are not real,
they're just voids you can never fill.
Memories mere pictures to adore,
like being lost at sea without a shore.

The intangible always out of reach,
this dimension only in death will you breach.
I wonder then what is life lived for,
to be born, then to die and nothing more?




1/14/19

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Line Gauthier March 2, 2019 at 7:54 PM Bravo, Wren. Superb penning. Congrats on your well deserved win. Wren Rushing March 3, 2019 at 6:35 PM Thank you Line!

P.S. Awtry February 28, 2019 at 2:45 AM Excellent interesting poem! Congratulations! Wren Rushing February 28, 2019 at 4:16 AM Thank you P.S.!

Juli- Michelle February 28, 2019 at 12:36 AM Congratulations on your placement in my contest, Wren! Well done :) Wren Rushing February 28, 2019 at 4:17 AM Thank you Juli!

Charles Messina January 18, 2019 at 10:29 PM Wren, this is an excellent and well penned poem for the contest. Best wishes for a win my friend...Charlie Wren Rushing January 19, 2019 at 8:31 AM Thank you Charlie!

Michael Craig January 18, 2019 at 4:51 PM By your picture you look quite young to have such deep thoughts. Very well done. My first friend on poetry soup. Thanks for the good read. Wren Rushing January 19, 2019 at 8:37 AM Thank you Michael! My picture is actually Thing from the Adam's Family and I 'm 50 yrs old, but I'll still accept the compliment. Welcome to the soup my new friend!

Carolyn Devonshire January 15, 2019 at 8:12 AM It sure seems that way, Wren, especially as we get older and enthusiasm for things to come wanes. There are so many I would like to reach, but am trapped still in lowly human form. One day... Very well composed, Wren. Best wishes, Carolyn Wren Rushing January 15, 2019 at 6:40 PM Thank you Carolyn for your comments and for visiting my dear friend!

Vijay Pandit January 14, 2019 at 4:46 PM So very deep my friend..amazing last stanza. Wren Rushing January 14, 2019 at 5:21 PM Thank you Vijay for your kind comments. Have a wonderful evening my friend!