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Confusion
by Vikki OwensWhat do you mean?
These things are not dreams.....
I held these in my pocket,
pasted their pictures in my heart,
a locket hidden away in my chest,
and I confessed,
my God, I confessed
to the sins of coveting
the way I did in the land of dreams,
but the pieces I took away were as real as they seemed.
Im not sure you understand,
this precious hand I've been dealt,
the magic cards that erase all the bad luck
that the shards of broken time have
handed back,
I have places to hide them, ways to find them,
and you tell me deny them? 09/28/2009 Posted on 09/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/30/09 at 01:40 PM What a wonderful talk-back poem. Isn't it glorious to be a poet, to be able to say with eloquence and heart the things you need to say to someone and to yourself? I love the way your poem vanquishes the judgments and negative inputs of others and asserts the value, power, and importance of dreams. Go girl! I also like the double meaning of "chest" and the rhyme of "dreams" and "seemed." Brilliant and beautiful, Vikki. |
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