Under My Dreams

Wading through water as the level creeps up high...
                                      Chin stretched out as my pleas travel wide...

                                          My feet are moving to feel the ground...
                                        Like chasing whispers that are all around...

                                             The sun hides behind a dark silk sky...
                                               With frozen teardrops left to glide...

                                              With dark rooms that light can't find...
                                                I drown slowly in a place not kind...

                                         My eyes flicker open to a world under dreams...
                                       Where a fading shadow is never what it seems...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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December 24, 2012 at 8:39 PM
Michael, Once again, we find ourselves trapped in the Holiday Season. And, hear I am stopping by to say Hi and to wish you a Merry Christmas once again sincerely from my heart. Loving each moment I found comforting here on the soup. Thank you for any comment or support you have offered now or in the past. Love always & forever ~ PD
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December 12, 2012 at 4:59 PM
Oh so many times i have drowned in a place not kind! great write Santa Michael :)
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November 12, 2012 at 8:28 AM
A great example poem here Michael!Enjoyed very much.
Ellison Avatar
November 10, 2012 at 6:17 AM
A great image you conjure up with your eloquent words!
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November 10, 2012 at 5:32 AM
Very nice poem,Michael... beautiful imagery... Terry (thank you so much for your kind words)
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November 9, 2012 at 9:07 PM
GREAT AND GLORIOUS LINES PARALELLING THE STORMS DESTRUCTION WITH VISUALS SO DRAMATIC AFFECTING DREAMS MICHAEL LUV .. DEEP EXPRESSIONS FROM YOUR SWEET HEART LUV .. WE R STRONG .. WE WILL BOUNCE BACK .. WE R SAFE ..SO HAPPY U 2 R ALSO .. THANKXX FOR THE WONDERFUL WORK U DO HELPING OTHERS TO COPE .. JG IN RECOVERY MODE GRATEFUL FOR SPECIAL FRIENDS LIKE U IN MY LIFE .. HUGS DAY AND NIGHT COMING AT U NOW .. SQUEEZE..XOXO
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November 9, 2012 at 4:36 PM
Beyond, my imagination,,, I love this my dear poet friend, Michael. It kind of reminds me of the ugly duckling ,,, Just look into your words, and think of the story.. LOL...well that is the image I followed after you waded through water.. still, your ending came with hope. in every corner you, will find the right dream... love your poem... xox~pd
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November 9, 2012 at 10:29 AM
I am not a pro on any form of poetry but...I know when I read a poem if I have enjoyed it. Now I have read yours and I have indeed enjoyed it as always Michael. I wish you a wonderful weekend and hope you find much inspiration to continue with your writing endeavors. Love, Carol
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November 9, 2012 at 8:33 AM
Love the way you subsumed your fleeting dreams in deep, dark water, and the foreboding sky. The natural mileu aptly complements your jaded psyche.
Wesley Avatar
November 8, 2012 at 9:26 PM
Those last two lines wind up this lovely poem in such a moving way Michael. As Vie said, it is so dremy and peaceful to read.
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November 8, 2012 at 3:49 PM
This write is much deeper than what it seems on the surface! I really enjoyed reading this vastly wondrous and incredibly wonderful poem this evening! What a special and delightful piece, Great Work!!
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November 8, 2012 at 3:37 PM
wonderful poem, Michael, love elizabeth
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