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What Veneer Separates These Realities?
by Bertram SparagmosIn a dream
I wandered a wooded path
With rapt endeavor
Every twinge of fear
So absolute in terror
To inspire flight
Every hint of joy
Complete
As to induce weeping
Given the same path to walk
In waking hours
I found only a trail
Waxen leaves and brambles
What veneer separates
When terror is so much more absolute,
Or rapture so complete,
So full,
As to be reproduced only in pale facsimile? 10/04/2012 Posted on 10/04/2012
Copyright © 2024 Bertram Sparagmos
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 10/04/12 at 09:38 PM Welcome to Pathetic by the way. Second poem I've read, and I'm liking your writing style. I think you bring something unique to the table. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/11/12 at 11:53 AM your poem is not only marvelously composed, but as equally and marvelously contemplative, begging the question of whether to veneer or not veneer? and if the latter, how then would we partition and buffer all the natural shocks which the body is heir to even in dreams? |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 10/24/12 at 11:13 PM yes, there is a lot to contemplate in your words here, the divide of sleep and which is more real sometimes...this has great flow and internal sounds as well, which pull me in from the start and all the way through... |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 06/02/13 at 02:33 AM Or rapture so complete,
So full,
As to be reproduced only in pale facsimile?
I love these lines! |
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