Your Tent of Dreams

Sometimes you walk into the night
with your eyes closed
and all you see is empty eyes
all around you

and you wonder
how to climb the mountain
with sunburned feet

you can hear the wind
against
your tent of dreams
you are ready to write
your last poem

but the pen you reach for
turns into a rose
and your mouth
bleeds like a stone.

— Kailashana, Oct 06, 2008

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infinite_dwarf

17 years 8 months ago

Anna

Small correction: "and all you see is empty eyes" -> are empty eyes. "how to climb the mountain with sunburned feet" - Wow, what a line! I can see why this won an award. Pretty cool stuff here! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "Everyone needs believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer!" - "Constipated people don't give a shit..."

Kailashana

17 years 8 months ago

Heheheh… Though Math and

Heheheh... Though Math and English were my subjects... I ruminated on this one... checked the how to's... sent it to the publication. Trust me... they would have corrected me... The editors are Professors of every venue, including Science, History, English, Literature, etc. etc. ~A p.s. your signature line "everyone needs believe in something" should read everyone needs to believe or everyone needs belief ..... ROFLMArseO

infinite_dwarf

17 years 8 months ago

pouts

I can't believe I didn't type in the 'to'.... lmao! I dunno....'is' still doesn't sound right, but what do I know? X~D ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "Everyone needs to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer!" - "Constipated people don't give a shit..."

Barbara Writes

17 years 8 months ago

beautiful poem

Smiles:) Barbara see any flaw here. well deserving award

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 8 months ago

Wow!!

"and your mouth bleeds like a stone" I love this line, because, "you can't get blood from a stone" this is great Anna, and congrats, Thanks, Eddie "How many flowers fail in the Wood- Or perish from the Hill- Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful-" Emily Dickinson

Kailashana

17 years 8 months ago

Thank you Barb…for your

Thank you Barb...for your smile too. ;-) Eddie, believe it or not I didn't make that association till you just mentioned it. Most of my poems come from thin air. LOL. Well, and I am guilty as charged, a real *airhead*.. ~A

whitetea

17 years 8 months ago

lovely

i would love to know more about this. what led to the writing of this?

Kailashana

17 years 8 months ago

The poem was probably

The poem was probably written last year or so since I forgot it; there is a lapse of time between my submitting poems to the various venues until I receive notification of publication. As happens with me since my *cosmic awakening* in 2005 and the re-emergence of Poetry after almost 30 years... I find I keep re-inventing myself... as if my muse basks in silence or is silenced by some hurtful personal or world events, this poem, like so many others evolve from the *reawakening*. Thank you for asking the question, whitetea. ~A p.s. I am amused having *won* for the second quarter (once again, I might add, and all the contributing poets win, though they are few) with two poems at Bewilderingstories I see this is receiving a mediocre rating here. I never know how my poems are *received* and *who* receives them. lol.

Lenny of Cohen

17 years 8 months ago