Daver Austin Poet Free verse

The Man Who Dreamed His Life Away

THE MAN WHO DREAMED HIS LIFE AWAY

When I was young the Moon was lifted    
Hung with tacks and thread 
On a mystical ceiling of dreams

She in her skyward place    I in my bed
We lay so tightly wed    we two sure lovers
That all my years flew round    passed us by
While from out our eyes some angels gathered dust

At length    proud man at work by day    by night
His busy light in flood on tissue walls   
Tried describe to she and me a smoking glory in steel

And a prophet raved – “Hear!    Heed!
Faith is the one checkered King
On this fantasian board a playing.”

But I    like my Moon    bearing such pale light
Long dead    a mere reflection of life
Was old and could not rise

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Fitz Cook December 23, 2011 at 10:05 AM quite marvelous. Thanks.

Carolyn Devonshire November 7, 2011 at 5:25 PM As a child I was fascinated by the moon, Daver. "Moon" was my first word and I swear I remember exactly when I said it. Faith does help many of us get through tough times, even though there are false prophets. A very sad and compelling last verse, my friend. Thank you for sharing this "journey" through your life. Love, Carolyn

Elizabeth Wesley November 6, 2011 at 4:55 PM Well, you have good taste - if I could choose what to dream with, it would surely be the moon. So remote and mysterious. Love the imagery Daver. Hugs, Lizzie

Joe Maverick November 6, 2011 at 3:15 PM Well expressed Daver...(enjoyed..

M. Hussain Effendi November 4, 2011 at 8:51 AM Sad! Yet majestic, sir.

Gwendolen Song November 4, 2011 at 12:14 AM Awwww...so much missed opportunity!! Makes me wanna not waste too much time, Daver! Inspiring is what U do best! .....I want u to write me a poem on Lincoln for February so put your thinkin cap on...lol. Gwendolen

Andrea Dietrich November 3, 2011 at 9:53 PM wow, Daver, so tinged with sadness. Like my recent post of my unique lines of poetry for PD"s contest. focusing on the plight of getting old! I just loved that final verse here.

Sarah Seraphin November 3, 2011 at 3:10 PM * “Thank You Daver * For The Kind Visit * Have A Wonderful Day * Always * Sarah.” *

Sara Kendrick November 3, 2011 at 2:38 PM Enjoyed reading your work..I could go several ways in the interpertation of this one which equals great writing..Sara

Carolyn Devonshire November 3, 2011 at 1:36 PM Brilliant, Daver. The prophets are sometimes false, but faith is the one thing that helps us get through the chess game of life. YOU certainly have not "dreamed (your) life away," Daver. Look at your contributions to the arts and be assured you left your mark. I predict you'll outlive me because of your perspective on life -- you know how to have fun and make a living in the arts. Awesome poem, my friend. Love, Carolyn (Look for a new "scample" partner LOL)

Kabuteng P.Ink K. November 3, 2011 at 11:41 AM I am just loving this poem, Daver :) As I read it, I was thinking, "fave"--You reeled me in with your title and I didn't let go til the last line-- hugs to you :D

Sarah Seraphin November 3, 2011 at 11:36 AM * “Owww, Tis Very Nice to Behold Your Gifted Verse Once More * My Dear Precious Daver * A Rare Quality & This Gems Reflection Fits Securely Its Mold * But What Is Wasted Amid A Blink When That Eternity Does So Wait * Very Beautiful * Always * Sarah.” *