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Dream Catcher (revised)

Each morning holds the potential, passion, fear, freedom, frustration,

What will this day bring me when I’m still here?

A blossom day with sunshine and fine gear

 
Or shall I go to sleep

And dream of kings and dragons at war

The unspoken language of my heart

 

Let me sleep in this dream

A glossary of options that could be

The final fantasy of my being

 

I dream

I live

I am but the viewer of my life  


— Stefan, Feb 13, 2010

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Seren

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

Dear StefanI am speechless

Dear Stefan I am speechless your ending is superb ... I think your first stanza needs a tweak but I cannot offer any suggestions right now will come back to this one ... kind regards love Jayne-Chloe
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Stefan

16 years 3 months ago

Hi

Made a change on the first row............ As always, thank you for you comments.
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magics02

16 years 3 months ago

Speechless also

What a wonderment this is and how nicely it is written. Magnifico!! Magics02 "Determination Brings Success"
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Stefan

16 years 3 months ago

Hi

May i ask, what is it that you liked?
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Stefan

16 years 3 months ago

Hi

thank you very much, it is with the inspiration from this site and people like you.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 3 months ago

You paint a picture that is but a mirage of reality,

Ann of Norway How strangely true you paint a picture that is but a mirage of reality, we view it and are suspended between the real and the dreamed, how much are we truly aware of, and when, not all the time do we SEE, or hear or taste this existence, working like robots at this and that and only glimpsing the why and what of existence, you are so right here. Dream on, sleep on, live on, enjoy on but be aware, that is the full joy of existence, the being aware. See there goes a bird across my view here, winging its way, I am flight with it, I see the hills and woods with it, and yet I don't. Love from Ann of Norway.
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Diatom Shells

16 years 3 months ago

Hello

Such sweet sorrow Stephan I personally enjoy the ending the point of view is a curious one but very well understood and simple, simplicity is always better in my book. Now due to my pea-sized brain I could not make a connection between the first two lines of the first stanza, sometimes things fly over the rainbow if you know what I mean. Thanks for suggesting for me to read this because a lot of good poetry sinks to the bottom of the stream never to be found again like a lost treasure. -shells *winks*
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Stefan

16 years 3 months ago

Hi

thanks you, great feedback, will look at the first two lines. Have a great day.
ifoundaplace

ifoundaplace

16 years 3 months ago

Very good (:

I Love this piece. It's very wonderful written.. Not much to say because it's so beaitufil. nothing bad to say here. Great job. Dani (:
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heartbreaker

16 years 3 months ago

beautiful

i love the way it ends it is true from dreams we are the watchers it is very beautiful
greeneyes

greeneyes

16 years 3 months ago

wow

I can not even express how much I love this poem! It is beautiful! I never say more than that. Nor, do I give siggestions on how to improve, people's poem are their own art, and it is what you want it to be. I loved it. You are a true talent. Greeneyes
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Lunegirl

16 years 3 months ago

This is a very peaceful and

This is a very peaceful and power poem with great imagery and cleverly put together lines. love the feeling this envokes vix Optimism in adversity nutures positive outcomes
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Ink Dragon

16 years 3 months ago

Hi Stefan,

here I am, late to the party (as has become my usual time of arrival of late). I enjoyed this poem for its contemplative mood. You have some great images here, I particularly liked: A blossom day with sunshine and fine gear Or shall I go to sleep And dream of kings and dragons at war The unspoken language of my heart I see a possible variation for the first line: Each morning holds potential passion, fear, freedom, frustration and am not sure whether I understood this one as it is intended: What will this day bring me when I’m still here? I took that to be of a certain ambiguity. On the one hand, it's like: what can I expect when I stay in this place? On the other hand, it seems to me that it means much more, like: how fortunate am I to be alive and to be able to see a new day. Let me know if I'm miles off the mark here... "We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep." (Shakespeare, The Tempest) Yours, ~Nina