Question by L. Brevsky: Enough with teddy bears, I say. I deal in dreamscapes – C/C?
The Grandness of our Pursuit
A dream dreamt is quite a burdensome thing,
In fact it often hangs about one, stooped,
A dying conscience adrift in shifting
Sands. Dark pleasances, green with infant joy
And bedewed with the moist kisses of dawn
Turn to dust and ochre stains; spark’ling streams,
Plump with fish and fowl, turn arid; beauty
Arrests its gaze, its visage sags with age.
Time wastes upon the sea, her glass trick’ling
To the green cadence, whiling away to
The pounding echo; we sit on the shore
Of this crawling behemoth, this cruel sphinx
Of our imagination, affixed to
Its monstrous crown and sneering brow, wakeful
Of its sleepless conjury, the likes of
Which we await restively—a dream dreamt.
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Answer by Josh
Some impressive word slinging. Has an archaic feel. Works for it. Some very striking imagery with the Sphinx and nature descriptions. You’re talented.
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I like this one,
you have done me a pleasant picture…
good night with my response….
a dream dreamt is sometimes never seen
as the scenes dissipate the moon dissappears
and the threads of my conscious brain chase away fears
tears unshed as my eyes meet the gaze of far
away promises in the suns shades of morning
warning the likes of my night mares away.
I would respect this work much more if it were not so gaudily titled.
Dream a dream of hope and faith, away from bears.
This has more fire than some of your recent posts.
More urgency and passion.
I can dig it man.
A strained and synthetic attempt to sound visionary-awful
So right you are, we dream forgetting that it all is just a dream. We’ve ceased to be the audience and have become the players and have shackled our legs to the burden of this crawling behemoth! And thus cannot get back to our Pleasances and dawns and streams and now are locked within the sags of age and wasted time.