whitetea

Jul 02, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

a dream floats up

Dear
boy with the blade
summer steel

I plucked a glance of our blue atmosphere
You dyed the grasses green.

I was the shine
of that glint
in your eye once.

Theres more than one school girl
on the sidewalk.

Gently
was useless advice

metal swooped
through flesh and time
gave birth to impulse.

Shudder-swept
your hand dropped and out fell your silver claw
seized by the infinite choir of why

— whitetea, Jul 02, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Chrystos, Mark Strand, Adrienne Rich, Naomi Shihab Nye, Rachel M. Simon, Donald Justice, Mary Oliver, Nikki Giovanni, Alice Walker, Bukowski, Mary Lambert

Critiques

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Wt

Surrealist poetry of the best kind, I think this is awesome nothing to suggest just keep writing lol brava love and hugs JayCee x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)

whitetea

15 years 11 months ago

Thankyou Jayne, because of

Thankyou Jayne, because of all that was involved with it and how old the dream was I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it or not. Thankyou for reading.

lou

15 years 11 months ago

Fantastic......

use of imagery, so surreal it can not be corrected. lou xx

Kailashana

15 years 11 months ago

Was that about the time you

Was that about the time you saw Edward Scissorhands? ;-) As usual, your words do it for me. ~ p.s. got milk? The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of the Conservatives is to prevent the mistakes from being corrected. G.K. Chesteron

whitetea

15 years 11 months ago

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I saw edward scissorhands three years later. I felt a lot like mr. scissorhands around that time, still do, always will be a favorite movie.

faithmairee

15 years 11 months ago

Great Poem

Great imagery and excellent writing. This is a great poem! ~I never say anything I don't mean nor do I say anything to be mean.~

whitetea

15 years 11 months ago

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Thankyou Faith.

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

the sheen of slippery dreams gleam, stunned with claws

Ann of Norway The steel, the flash, the grasses green, the sheen of slippery dreams gleam, stunned with claws and dagger shudder our silver minds. I hear the cry of a choir so screamingly loud it frightens me. Particular poetry you write your green tea dyed white for me highness, with love from Ann.

barbsdad2003

15 years 11 months ago

A potent ...

piece, this. Dreams suggest/tell so much. Metaphorically rich here. And written exceedingly well. And from marvelous memory, to boot. It must have made quite an impact at the time of experience. Your pieces come filled with allusion, allegory, metaphor, and often much, much more. I think I'm in love ... with your mind, of course. Hugs, Chuck

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

paragraphs of seven

always admire your work carefully arranged savage and delicate the words always questions and so few answers what true poetry is sometimes its like looking at a shadow and then trying to figure out the lighting that has cast it like pompeis dog curled with his collar amazing amazing amazing esker~