The Underdream

Ruth Hunter
Author: Ruth Hunter
Word Count: 162
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winter sleeping leaves me bare
with all my silent screams
these cool white whispers urge sweetly
to go into the underdream

i lay watching as shadows flood my vision
recalling a moment in time
i try to soar above this ache of weakness
but there is not place to run

falling trough a black sky to see
a languid light swim over me
i reach out to grasp this fleeting apparition
only to see it disappear/reappear/disappear again

beneath a sea of misty memories
i stare out of empty eyes
this hollowness is all that’s left of me
all this truth/how can i deny

a comforting acceptance covers me now
i have succombed to this desire
i have fallen so low and must bend and bow
to this burning in purifying fire

senses awakening and i rise
with all my silent screams
these cool white whispers open my eyes
as i am surfacing the underdream

(c) 2004 Ruth Hunter

The Underdream

abstract poem…I wanted to convey vivid emotions using words…..many of my painted images are taken from this poem…

The Underdream belongs to the following groups:

Complex Simplicity of Art

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abstract, poetry and emotion