Fever Dream

in poetry •  6 years ago 

One night of bad dreams
and the words either come easily
with the intrinsic obedience
of man’s best friend

Or scuttle away
on immortally illusive legs

August idled by like a fever dream

September ambles in
to jest at yesterday’s nightmares

To tell you Silence is not golden
but the gold plated steel
constructing the landscape of each bad dream

That can only crumble like sweet summertime
when September kisses August
with eyes open wide

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The picture is gripping and you are talented to say the least.

Beautiful poem! :D

Lovely forest photo. :D

great great

your picture was described the fear of the dream....

Oh I know those feelings all too well!... If only I could illustrate through art what those fever dreams show me!.. and in an instant they are gone!thanks as I really did enjoy this!

I am, you anxious one.

Don't you sense me, ready to break
into being at your touch?
My murmurings surround you like shadowy wings.
Can't you see me standing before you
cloaked in stillness?
Hasn't my longing ripened in you
from the beginning
as fruit ripens on a branch?

I am the dream you are dreaming.
When you want to awaken. I am that wanting:
I grow strong in the beauty you behold.
And with the silence of stars I enfold
your cities made by time.

(It sounds better in German. See "Rilke's Book of Hours".