Fevered Dreams

Reads: 381 | Likes: 0 | Shelves: 0 | Comments: 5

This poem was inspired by a dream I had. It is open to interpretation -- I certainly don't claim to understand it. I may add more later, though. Anyway, enjoy the random ramblings of my deranged mind!

The howl of the moon

The depth of the sun

The universe spreads above

With stars falling

Falling

Like a broken heart's tears

The darkness writhes

The sunshine, blinding

All that's left of the world

Is stone crumbling

Crumbling

Into the desert waste

Submitted: August 17, 2012

Poetry nightmare dream strange

Like
Shelfit

Add Your Comments:

Sign in to write a comment

Comments

TotallyMagicalTeen

I'm totally upset and frustrated, how do you get spaces in the story? Mine come out in big giant blocks! BTW I loooove your poem it's so descriptive

Fri, August 17th, 2012 4:24am

Author
Reply

Thanks for the comment! I got spaces in this particular poem because I typed it up in Booksie, and it does that automatically. If you're writing it in a word processor, you can go to "format" and change the line spacing to double, but I don't know how well that transfers to Booksie unless you use Microsoft Word. If you just want spaces between paragraphs, you can hit "enter" twice. I hope that helps!

Fri, August 17th, 2012 8:08pm

Kelly Marino

Wow, Jett, this one is really deep. The tortured moon seems to be losing its battle against the ever-encroaching light; those stars that fall like tears evoke a sense of sadness about it all. Then the sun takes over completely and scorches everything that remains. Very hot.

That last line brought to mind the baked sands--and deteriorating monuments--of Egypt. Could that be a parable for humanity?

Sun, August 19th, 2012 4:28pm

Author
Reply

I really like that interpretation. I LIKE it. You may have just convinced me to leave this poem be -- I don't want to touch it now that I see it that way. Thank you very much!

Wed, August 22nd, 2012 4:22pm