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In her confusion and hard approach
She well kept in mind her one
Only goal
And they laughed at her
Saw no fun on it
What’s all this about
Needs to shout
Cannot open her mouth
It’s all so grey, so dizzy, so dark
Gets towards the light
Familiar the place
But has to trudge, stray
Among the noisy crowd
And there he is
As if standing
Seen half seen
Her words won’t come out
For what can she say
Just the urge that he notices her
So he does
No surprise
But turns away
Nowhere
She keeps searching for his smile
A face not clear
Which vanishes
As she opens her eyes
So pleased to remember
She does not love him anymore
Waking up
Thank God.
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10 comments:
Ooooh!! Loved this piece!! You have a beautiful way with words, Dulce!!
To die and rise from fear, and to awaken from the dark and see a star above that shines with love, from a dove that flew from earth, only to return with a rocket girth, to explode into humanity to set life free to prosper into the elements of reason, as in our existence of loving love, and respecting others!
Thank you. This is a good poem, which I enjoyed reading. You are a tallented writer with a wise intellect.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Solid, builds well in intensity.
Ha! Dolce, I notice you love love, and blogging, as do most of your followers.
And you wake from a dream, and blog it! How utterly sweet!
And, Sweet-D, you dream such pertinent words, which you remember to type quickly before approaching morning clouds all those memories into a wispy, forgotten vapor. Excellent!
Dream on, Wild bird!
whew...i guess that waking up is a good thing...like how you broke it with the bold letters too...
How beautiful is 'A Place to Dream'.
Moving on is like that. Suddenly you realise that what you thought was the present, is now the past.
You have captured it well.
This is a sweet nightmare
I can testify 2 this. Great Post!
Now this is so sad but so true of the human spirit. The waking up makes way for newness in everything, disappointments included.
Joy always,
Susan
ohhhh Dulce, this is strong and brings back memories. I have been there except that it has not been a dream but a nightmare in real life. Going somewhere, spotting the person, being ignored. Yeah... you wish you were dreaming.
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