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A Poet's Dream
Countless hours,
Spent penning a romance.
Creating a world,
Where everyone is unerringly,
What we need.
Imagination holds,
Loves flawless image,
Just out of reach it seems.
A gifted composer,
He knows love's tempo,
And fiery passions,
Are not truly meant for this world.
Long days and human aspirations,
Incessantly get in our way.
Only in his prose,
Can he live this fantasy.
But through his words,
We are given a glimpse,
Of what could be.
And for a moment reality,
Dissipates.
A moment in paradise,
Poetry's most prized goal,
Is achieved.
For in that dream, we can also believe.
Hi Rae,
I miss your poems and am waiting for that epic that is brewing.
Thank you so much for visiting my portfolio and leaving such heartfelt footprints of encouragement. It is deeply appreciated, and I'm glad you enjoyed them.
I hadn't written anything new for a couple weeks either but finally got 3 written and posted tonight. Now its after midnight and I had promised myself I would turn in earlier...oh well you know how those best laid plans go huh? Catch you soon.
Beautiful ode to Jer, but the lines that grab me are Imagination holds loves flawless image-so true and a moment in paradise poetry's most prized goal-yes it is..
I loved it!
your reputation proceeds you, so I came to read what was being touted as "good", and have not been disappointed.
I need to keep this poem close at hand, something I have not done before (and for which I feel very, very foolish). This poem could have held me up when I stumbled; this poem could have offered a cup of cold water when I was so very thirsty. This poem could have been light in darkened, dreary days. Could have been?---that's in the past. Is now?---it is, and that is in the very immediate present. Rae, this poem means more to me now, since our conversation, than most of the poems I have ever read. This poem knows the nuances of the heart, at the heart's most secret depths. And this poem, if I may put it this way, is a Servant of Christ Himself---because, like His Servants, this poem bears Hope into a hopeless world. Thank you, Rae, for this profoundest of reading experiences.
Starward
I count it a real privilege to be first to comment on this magnificent poem that describes the timeless relationship between poetry and reality; between dream and difficulty; between the ideal and the real. This is one of the great subjects of poetry going back to classical antiquity, and your poem does it great justice with great beauty!
Starward
Is this thing working
This is one of my favorites of yours!!
This poem is very true and I absolutely love it!!
I also have a poem by this name, but yours, yours is a masterpiece. I must say, you are very, very talented.