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Glass Heart, Restful Night

Poetry By: Miss Trevize
Poetry



This is a bad poem, I think, for one big reason. Have you ever tried to explain a dream to someone? It never really conveys the feeling. Something magical or terrifying happens sometimes in our sleeping subconscious, something that slowly fades once we get up. I feel asleep last night and had a magical dream, and now I'm trying to share it. But this isn't really it. How can I express human emotion with mere words?


Submitted:Apr 6, 2012    Reads: 41    Comments: 9    Likes: 6   


A song

in a dream

must come

from somewhere.

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Floating about,

in the nebulous

cloud of unknowing,

unwritten.

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The story told

in sleep, the

soothing voice

of the ballad.

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No memories of

the tale,

no thoughts of

imagining it.

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The singer,

lovely in her

womanhood,

soothing.

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Quiet, flowing

like a southern

summer creek,

in the daytime.

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The impossible

glides in a lullaby

from lips,

plain and unadorned.

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A head, dark hair

leans on her shoulder

as the song fills

a quiet, happy heart.

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Never has a

ballad truly

reached the ears

of the dreamer before.

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And now,

in sleep,

like a flower,

music blooms.





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