I am of day, yet exist purely at night.
I am reality without consequence;
I am fantasy without completion.
If I am sought I become elusive;
If I am denied I become strong.
I am your forgotten addiction;
Until you never want to leave.
I am most damaged by perception;
I am most lost in interpretation.
I show you my world;
Yet you insist it is yours.
I choose your scope of existence;
I control your desire for power.
The suns rays destroy me;
I return to insignificance.
I fade, faster than I appeared;
Yet only now am I truly recognised.
“The life and death of a dream”
And now you can see why the title is at the end of the poem. Because i wanted anyone who reads this to form their own idea on what the subject matter was.
Does it make sense to you?
DennisK
my red bubble addiction
InfinityRain
Wonderfully written, Leia!
Megatron .
I show you my world;
Yet you insist it is yours.
Loving it….
Awesome work mate
Craig Shillington
I LOVE that you put the title at the end so much!!! I was forming opinions all the way through reading that …. but Ahhhhhhhhh …. a dream :) Very well done Leia :)
Cliff Vestergaard
can I put your wonderful poem with my (off Into Sunset ) I will give you Credit for it ?
Leia
Hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!
Cliff Vestergaard
Your poem is sitting nice with ( Off into Sunset ) thats for that I love it Leia !
botanicfanatic
What a great idea. Cool poem, Leia. I hadn’t formed any idea of what it was about (with Italian radio blasting in my ear it’s hard to concentrate) but was enjoying the procession of images. Title at the end was an inspired move :)
Damian
Your writing is really inspiring to me. I love the ideas you write about :)
Leia
Thanks Alison, it’s nice to know i created some visual images. I have no idea where i get this stuff from but it’s usually very late at night or very early in the morning!
Thanks Damian, i love your work too! Especially your latest,
YOUNG THOUGHTS
Michael Douglass
I may be reading this through a smog of alcohol and fancy but I think you have just described humans. Hope you keep posting words, to many damn pictures on this site.
Leia
Cool i will keep up the writing….easier than going outside to photograph things when it’s so bloody freezing! P.S. While you’re drunk, join Facebook!
Karen Cougan
Fantastic Mate, I love it. Well done
xkc
transmute
I love how you’ve woven a string of aphorisms together to create a portrait of a passing dream. Great writing, left me thinking of a response! Post some more!
Michael Alesich
I was thinking that I had no clue where you were headed, but it seemed so familiar.
Extremely well written, Really enjoyed the whole piece.
Suzanne German
It does – and I thought it ws going to be night but then dreams are a night time event (ecept for daydreams – sorry for the digression)...
I really like these lines:-
I am most damaged by perception;
I am most lost in interpretation
- Very wise!
MissKristy
Fantastic..love what you did here..very clever :)
anaisnais
An inspiring piece, beautifully thought out and written. Well done you!