A kind of transitional
escape,
Gradually reveals this
state.
A singular journey in silence,
Conscious concerns rested.
A voyeur with
opportunities,
An appetite presented
itself.
Passion met with open
arms,
Aspirations were to be
loved.
Possibilities seemed
countless,
Diamonds and riches
gleamed.
The touch was delicate and
fine,
Almost found beyond all belief.
Letting go would not be
desired,
Returning was never guaranteed.
An awakening to the true
reality,
Dreams are simply one way
myths.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 12/11/2014
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘Dreams.’…
I do like the idea that dreams are a transitional escape....it often seems this is true. And often we find what we seek in our dreams, if only temporarily. One way myths, but wonderful while they last. Nicely penned, Eileen.
ReplyDeleteOne-way myths--great way to describe dreams! As always I enjoyed reading you poem.
ReplyDeleteWe all need to dream - a kind of release. Well written.
ReplyDeleteyes it is a singular journey in silence and destination seems so alluring.... i absolutely agree with your last line....
ReplyDeleteA dream can be a door to another realm if our subconscious .
ReplyDeleteReturning was never guaranteed.- Loved this line and that feeling that there is no return. Your words say so much.
ReplyDeleteA dream is a one way myth. That's true and wonderful way to say it!
ReplyDeleteA lovely labrinth through a dream - a one way myth. Beautifully chosen words.
ReplyDeleteLots to savor.
ReplyDeleteAs always you have written some very strong lines. I like the one way myth and the idea that returning is never guaranteed, both so true.
ReplyDeletenicely woven words
ReplyDeleteLet Them Be Children
Very powerful words Eileen! Love your poem, and love your writing.
ReplyDelete"One way myths" --- a truth! Your poem carries some lovely images and food for thought.
ReplyDeleteGreat read with a whopper of a last line! I enjoyed this one a lot, Eileen.
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