favored etches by Kimberly BowenThere is a muted chaos in the air.
From sleeping dreams to waking dreams
a silent disaster still.
So I'll paint you a picture
of faded hopes
pen etches of silly fantasies.
a book full of napkins
dazzled in over-indulged ink
bound tightly together
a quiet farewell.
And yet, screaming
I still wish to believe... 08/13/2010 Posted on 08/13/2010 Copyright © 2024 Kimberly Bowen
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/13/10 at 02:04 PM I think it is that wish to believe that makes a lot of us poets. I love that last line. |
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/13/10 at 02:14 PM The day you stop wishing is living death. I think this is a great poem...I feel your heart as you express your disappointments amidst the struggles of survival. |
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/13/10 at 02:48 PM We all wish to believe! It is a matter of "in what" and why. I scream all the time. Good write. |
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