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The Catcher of Dreams :On Insanity's Edge -- updated

CATCHER OF DREAMS

 

Words of rich articulation

Flowing gently from

Spirit’s core

The mesmerizing magic of

A metaphor

The Soul speaks its dreams

And

The Mind seeks sublimity

In the quiet it sings
 

 Singular creation

Of Reality’s illusions

Other worlds to see

Other hearts of a kind

To seek

 

Singular visions

Beyond the light of day

Flames piercing Night

Show another way

And

We totter on insanity's edge

Caught in the Madness

Of

This Catcher of Dreams

 

 

— Geremia, Apr 13, 2010

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Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Joe

The surreal-ness of this one overtook me ... and that last lines a killer I loved this love and big hugs your Jayne-Chloe x x x (http://www.neopoet.com/forum/36627-meet-n-greet-live-chat-thurs-apr-15th-9-11-pm-ny-est-host-poewriter58-welcome-new-member#comment-175177) ... Be there ~!~!~!
judyanne

judyanne

16 years 1 month ago

awesome write longo

i so love this - i am at a loss for words. 'We totter on insanity’s edge edge Caught in the Madness Of This Catcher of Dreams' i don't know if the two 'edges' is meant, but i like it amazing write judy
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

The spirits core with a metaphor

Ann of Norway With this rhyme you plunge us straight into poetry its dash and style swinging, You rock us into your dreams to catch at the intangible beauty of things wished for desired, those in the other, or not, world of reality, or illusion. I love the mind singing in the quiet. "Other hearts of a kind".....you mean the same kind, akin to your own as poets hearts? The flames piercing night , those Northern light, don't they come in the south too? They come over the horizon like the feathers of the wise American natives head dresses as you glimpse their heads only in the "another way." Excuse me fro embroidering this poem has SO much in it that I like, and inspires visions of my own, its great Longobardolino, truly. Your friend Annuccia.