heavy
is my heart filled with tears
for
the world is being run byangry deposed souls that believe...
to destroy all that they cannot possess
will leave them with what they wish
they
know not that the possessions
they
will attain will tether them toa world without riches
we
who live in a dreamer’s world
one
of hope and empathy, one thatembraces rather than pushes away,
an open hand in lieu of a taught fist
whose
eyes are open to see the vision
of
night stars, tries to reach up and touch themwho lies down on a field of wild flowers
and roles around in them with delight
if
another hurts he tries to support, lends
a
hand where he can and shares his breadeven when he has little and both will take
pleasure in the little which then becomes
insatiably fulfilling
just
maybe, those with the folded fist
the
angry heart will release their grip and observe that sharing yields joy
and they may choose to join
but
I live in a dreamer’s world
and
so I wish not to awaken
for years, my sis preferred to watch nothing but old reruns on tv - like westerns and the donna reed show. she said real life was too harsh and she refused to watch the news.
ReplyDeletegracias mi amiga for sharing that. my intent on the last stanza was to say that i wish to remain a dreamer no matter how hard life may be, how harsh, for their must always be dreamers to keep a balance on those that wish to destroy dreams. i'm a realist sometimes to a level that might rise to existential
ReplyDeleteYes, my friend, we must hang onto hope and dreams and that the shift in consciousness will occur - even though evidence to the contrary is all around us.........I love your poem.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to your last lines... a thoughtful poem
ReplyDeletethis dreamers world is truly beautiful.. i wish we could make the real world more dreamy!!
ReplyDeletedreams make us live our life beautifully.....................
ReplyDeleteLiking this, Marco. I sort of live in a dream world. But I too see the hurts, we seem to have sooo many of late. I don't watch Fox News, they have all bad and hurts for the news, dreading society and complaining.
ReplyDeleteThere is some good stuff left. There are some good people still as well.
But as the world population increases there will be more and more out of control. That is a law of large numbers, when something gets to big it cannot be controlled. Example, traffic in Mexico City or Cairo.
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The last line of the first stanza feels so tenderly true. And I'm closing my eyes, wishing for the last two lines of the poem to be reality. ;-)
ReplyDeleteoh wow...so much truth to this. i, too, am a dreamer. i think i prefer my books and fairy tales more than the real world anymore.
ReplyDeletestacy lynn mar
very thought-provoking read. loved your comparisons here with humans, god, caterpillars. excellent!
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
the world has spun off its axis... ~
ReplyDeleteWe live in such a toxic world..physically and emotionally...I too would rather dream it can/it will get better.
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