Debbie Duncan Poet Blank verse

Walls 2

In my nightmares.
 
I see you sitting there.

Sitting alone at rivers edge.

I'm almost positive that you're dead.

Because you don't move inside my head.

Roses forming where thorns once fell.

He who desires but does not receive.

Conform to keep you inside prison walls.

Reality seeks fantasy in motionless stalls. 

As prisoners keep their concubines tied up in knots.



Thursday 5:30 pm   3/6/2014

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Nathan D. January 29, 2015 at 1:42 AM damn walls anyways and those that try to put them up. may your spirit always be free

Don Johnson January 19, 2015 at 12:51 AM wants n needs are blocked with weeds, as another comes to show, open doors till yes indeed, the right one you do know...

M. L. Kiser June 26, 2014 at 2:30 AM Bravo, well done.

Don Johnson June 9, 2014 at 12:19 AM lovely poem great imagination energy and all thats left to lifer serving his time....imagination is better than fine

Arthur Vaso April 26, 2014 at 9:36 PM Loved this one, great write!

Phyllis Babcock April 19, 2014 at 10:46 AM Sounds like this poem is about confinement and unfulfilled thoughts and desires. Nicely done. Thanks for your comments Deb. I have been sick with a flu that turned into pneumonia so have been sick a month now. Just got onto another batch of antibiotics to try and clear it up. Thank you for thinking of me and asking. love phyl Happy Easter to you and your family.

Andrea Dietrich April 16, 2014 at 3:45 PM a very interesting and profound one for symbolizing confinements, Debbie. I enjoyed seeing this newer post of yours today.

Mel Merrill March 30, 2014 at 2:32 PM Hi Debbie. I like Walls--nice imagery! I sense there's a little passion brewing there. Bet it's an interesting story. Thanks for the poems ;-) Mel

Anne-Lise Andresen March 30, 2014 at 6:19 AM - A very well written poem dear Debbie! - But ... I wish you nice and sweet dreams .... away with nightmares. - I hope spring comes to you soon - Have a nice Sunday. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Paul Callus March 28, 2014 at 12:12 PM Unfulfilled hopes and desires...but we can not become their slaves. // paul

Donna Jones March 16, 2014 at 8:09 PM Hello Debbie...another haunting beauty...I'm hoping and praying your dreams turn happy soon and you get the things you want...your friend Donna

Robert Pettit March 11, 2014 at 11:43 PM Hello again! I haven't seen you here in quite a while! It's good to see one of your works posted here.

Robert Johnson March 11, 2014 at 11:42 PM Mystic androsensic spin of entangled webs. Keep em' coming. Peace. :)