Dreams —
they seem
quite complete.
Run from a fleet
or fly with the birds.
Fail to voice simple words
or destroy cars with your mind.
Anger, terror, bliss, lust: combined.
Yet when you wake, they all disappear.
We live much less than we think of in here!
Drink in a hall of Vikings in triumph
or lose your keys in a motel dump.
We're at the mercy of our brain!
What soaring highs — what great pain.
Then we will wake right up,
forget, drink a cup.
I remember
the fervor
we deem
"dreams."
#Dreams (A Rhyming Double Etheree)
clear pebble
For anyone curious, an Etheree is a poem that adds one syllable per line from one to ten. A double Etheree then goes from ten to one. On top of that, I made this poem rhyme.
I wonder if this poem is too clichéd and relies on a novel form to compensate for a sub-par message. Any thoughts on that would be appreciated.
leaden wing
This is cool AF! Very impressive 👍