Taken on Main Street in Vancouver on a rainy Thursday night. Just minutes awayscattered on the side streets the homeless carry their dead dreams anesthetized by drugs and alcohol.
This weeks prompt for writers Island " The Dream"
Resilient Dream
A Dead dream haunts the soul
Dormant amongst decay
Pining for detection
Until a beckoning
Of inspiration tweaks
Scratching faintly
At our essence
Scarcely familiar
Dismissed fettered dream
Knocks frantically
Demanding resurrection
Reconstruction, regeneration
Tenaciously refusing rejection
Holding ransom health
Emotional conciliation
And the quest for happiness
Declining pacification with
Victuals, copulation or intoxicants
Dark nights, lone moments
Harvest continued reminders
Badgering us
To renew "The dream"
Ask yourself what dream you're suppressing in dire need of being expressed!
Can you revamp it? Is it nagging you, but not yet realized? Or are you romancing that dream and following your bliss?
7 comments:
having been a drug addict for years,,, i identify very well with the calling of that dream.. you did a wonderful job of portraying it,, without malice....
To listen for those faint scratches... so that lone blade of green grass can rise from the dark...
Dreams die so easily. Well expressed thoughts and nifty slide show running on the sidebar - dreams live!
so insightful and poignant Sherrie, You've written this as if you've been inside their abandoned souls. great post.
Boy, you said it and then I had to look at myself. Quite an accomplishment for a short and pithy work. Well done.
How deep and thought provoking, really liked it,,, I am still contemplating on your words, just beautiful. Thank you.
Great poem, Sherrie. I love the message of renewal and nurturing the small seed of neglected dream ... brilliant, xx, deb
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