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Thursday, August 23, 2012

MY DREAMS


MY DREAMS



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My wasted, weary dreams
Lie scattered like petals
Around me…
Some fresh and crisp
Some crushed
Others torn and shriveled…
I look up at the expansive sky
Generous and engulfing
And beseech for strength…
The desire to collect them,
These carelessly strewn carcasses,
Throb and pulsate…
I long to gather them,
Hold them close to my heart
And weave another tapestry,
Another patchwork of longing
Frail and incomplete
Futile without you…
I gaze at the hopeless scatterings
Wanting yet holding back,
While the wind
Blows them away
No longer mine…
The shadows of agony
Dissipate…
As the beaming sun
Smiles down upon my
Eager face…
Renewing me
For another day,
Another bunch of
 Fresh dreams…

28 comments:

  1. So much longing and pain mingled with love, hopeless love...touches a deep chord in the heart.

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    1. Hopeless love...love can be that right? Thanks Outlier for your comment

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  2. dear Rimly, very gripping poem! Yes, the sky is always generous and sun is always beaming for those who are in love so that they can have fresh dreams which is their real diet!
    -Portia

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    1. Nothing like the sun, Portia! Thank you so much for your comment.

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  3. Wow...this was very sorrowful but at the end there was a ray of hope. Beautifully expressed!

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    1. Thank you Jessica, I thought there is a sadness to broken dreams and letting go is tough but we move on.

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  4. Letting go of our dreams is always hard but the beauty of the human spirit is that we can dream new ones. You say it so eloquently, as always! Knowing that you're reaching out for new dreams makes my heart sing for you, dearest Rimly!

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    1. I know Corinne my friend you are always encouraging us to move forward and be positive and so you will be happy for me. Thank you my dear friend

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  5. A sad poem Rimly but I see a flicker of hope at the end.

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    1. There is always hope Nelieta. Thank you so much

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  6. I just awoke from a dream in which my lost love came back to be with me. This poem (and you) know how I feel about that. xoxo

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    1. I know Rachel. Somethings are very difficult to let go and even if you do and move on, they stay dormant in your heart

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  7. I'm glad that even if some dreams fade away... many new ones come along...

    futile without him?... not so...

    lots of love soul sis :*

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    1. Yes soul sis, some dreams are meant to fade away. Futile without you...some dreams are not meant to be. Thank you soul sis

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  8. ..another powerful poem full of hope and optimism..
    ..i am sure people with broken dreams will derive strength and vigor from ur poem..
    ..it is time to leave d carcass of d past..and move towards an another new day..and dream another bunch of fresh new dreams..
    ..u have woven a beautiful tapestry with d magic of ur words..
    ..beautiful...keep writing.. :) ;)

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    1. Always a pleasure reading your comments, Rigzin. Thanks a ton.

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  9. My dear Rimly,
    Everyone dreams of having love last forever. It is not always so. To let go of someone you love is an act of true love indeed, because it is so hard to do. We were created to love and be loved in return. Love has no timeline and usually knocks at the door when we believe it is lost or when we least expect it. Never give up your dreams of finding love again. Where there is hope, there is life and where there is life, there is love. Poignant, bittersweet and heartbreaking, but you express it so beautifully.
    Wishing you well dear friend. Thanks for sharing.

    Moonlight Serenade

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    1. Thank you Andy for the encouragement to not give up hope.

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  10. So moving, dear Rimly . . . to be able to see our broken, shattered dreams all around us yet, like the phoenix, rise from their ashes and welcome new dreams and hope into our lives. What a tremendous vision of the human spirit!
    Love and blessings!

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  11. your words paint the word "pain" so beautifully, rimly. excellent post so intense, and so full of deep emotions. i have no other reaction except to be in awe <3 :-)

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  12. R - I don't think any dreams need be crushed. Some are reshaped and born again with a new look, and some were not meant to be because it wasn't their time. When I look back over the years and see a shadow or two of dreams not realized I promise one day, one day, woman. Beautiful!

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    1. Oh Brenda I love your spirit. Never give up! Even those dreams that were not meant to be because it wasn't their time. I like that!

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  13. Scattered petals, perfect metaphor for weary dreams, and so well-crafted. Don’t ever stop dreaming dear Rimly. Take your friend’s cue and believe for the impossible. ~ Love and blessings

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    1. I will never stop dreaming Debra. it is hard to believe in the impossible but I will try. Thank you

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