Dreams

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  • Fantasy

    Dreams
    I do not dream.
    My night is calm
    composed and
    comfortable
    But there are no
    exultations...
    No flights of fancy.
    That is left for
    the day.
    All is comfort and warmth.
    All is finality and depth
    of endings.
    When I wake
    You are not there.

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    RHPeat commented on Dreams

    02-20-2011

    An interesting implication in your last & closing line. That who ever was there while you were sleeping. This of course makes the reader ask who? It could have spiritual implications as well as a lover or spouse as lover and friend. The connection of this person or thing, spirit, soul, or whatever is connected to dreams that you don't have. For closing will always draw a reader back to the opening. We do know that there is something with finality and depth and warmth while sleeping that ends when awakened. My conclusion is the loss of companionship for the missing thing whatever it might be.. "you are not there" It could be a pet dog or cat for all we been given. Maybe it is something that can dream? Fore that absence is called "Dreams" in the subject matter of the poem. And the voice of the poem doesn't dream. And interesting poem. A poet friend//RH Peat
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    mla

    03/22/2011

    My husband was not there upon waking, but in hindsight it could signify myself if I looked in the mirror. It is healthy to dream! mla

    MrGee commented on Dreams

    02-19-2011

    Very interesting write. The poem is concise and you say so much using such few words. BRAVO
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    Grito commented on Dreams

    01-26-2010

    An abscence has eliminated dreams, a presence but all is calm.
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    mla

    12/17/2010

    Thank you for commenting. You are intuitive. I hope that you write poetry!

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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