A dream is a cloud
suspended upon airy words
and wispy memories
it will flow through your mind
like a legion of swords
it can blot out the sun
and rain it down upon everyone
it's made out of a pasty gray
which can form an absolute dark
and once you tread into the mist
The contrast is fore'er stark
because a cloud will fade
even as you follow
but between a heart and a cloud
is a bond unbreakable in man
capable of shredding a soul
and seperating a strand
A strand alone
brighter than the rays of dawn
and capable of dispatching all
of the carrion decay
And yet while cloud's cascade away
they hold the key to a glorious fall
O' may God bless the dreamer
for his path shan't be bland
and he shall be enshrined
into the promised land
1. What other functions of a cloud could I compare with a dream?
2. as far as rhythmic patterns, I was thinking about making it Iambic pentameter or at least something more defined, but decided against it. At what parts of the poem does the lack of rhythm suffer most and any suggestions on how to better it?
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1 comment:
1. I thought that you mentioned all the parts. except waking up...
but technically that isn't part of a dream...
2. The whole poem flows together... at least i think so... cause well i like all your papers... and this just kept me going so what i think is that it flowed just fine... i still did not want it to end though... lol
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