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burning in my dreams
by Charlie Morgannightly i am
suspended in my daily life-dance,
and that's when
i become a string-puppet,
a real-life howdy doody
with spindly
arms, legs flailing
and with
gravity felt in tension
as i am quixote and
lancelot and me
seeking your arms,
and awaiting your exhaltation
of my value and worth
in every twisting turn
my dream-state makes
for me. 11/23/2005
Posted on 11/23/2005
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/24/05 at 08:22 AM An intense scene. In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities, though the waking is a bit different. Peace, Chazman. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/25/05 at 10:00 PM the best dreams are those where you realize you're actually in a dream. a nice job here of capturing the fact that you can be any hero in your dream, but that does not mean that the path is clearly heroic. dreams are so fun to write about because of the enigma and possibility that they offer. well written piece mr. morgan. |
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