The day when tear ducts dry,
old world would have sailed,
built new life, no want to die,
for heart would not have failed,
yet today, when rivers weep,
we cry with all the feeling,
for in strength, the rough we keep,
as striving is appealing,
then tomorrow’s shaky hand,
makes perplex-ed worry,
for writ chance rotas on the land,
could say again, we’re sorry,
but, if our dream’s made real,
what are we to do?
For there will be no need to heal,
no purpose, to pursue.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I hope that in all of us, that there is a desire for things to change for the better, to make a collective pact to make our "dream day" a reality, (a lot of recent poems by me are screaming mirror images of such a statement.) Though, there are certain systems that are greedily designed, and enforced, that say such a "dream day" is nothing but a "day dream", and that we should simply return to being fleshing cogs in a relentless industrial machine without question, thus, not wasting our time. However, such a double edged sword, can lead to a sense of "agonizing hollowness", which begs me to ask the question, what is more devasting: 1. not achieving the "dream day" thus, such a change for the better is not obtained, hence, we continue serving in such a destructively designed living nightmare or 2. that with such a collective effort of revising the cruel parameters of life, we do befit a greater sense of fairness, but with such a cosmic achievement, we begin to think, that our purpose as a species has been fully spent? The banner picture of the sky, is a clear visual representation of the old phrase "the sky's the limit", but of course, as forementioned, such sweet success, could render things woefully empty, hence, a little tension, is a good thing perhaps. A little tension mind, not too much to think that life is worth losing. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I hope that brighter days can come, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
I love the mirror image of your title.
We can simply accept, or dare to dream, for when we do such good, positive things can happen in our brains. Your last stanza begs such a wonderful question, that anyone would be hard pressed to answer, "what if?" A poem to feast upon my friend!
Thanks for the read, for favouriting this poem and for your wonderful words, they are very much appreciated Bella.
I'm glad that you like the symmetrical title, and that you were so enthused with the piece. Again, I felt compelled to write such an ode, in light of the certain circumstances that are still in motion.
Yeah, the last stanza is a poser indeed, but of course, there is the element of being "good at killing/filling/enjoying time" once a certain thing has been achieved, of which in the past, I have proven to be very bad at, or, very foolishly, all too good at too.
Of course, I've had a peek at Kipling's "If", but I know quite little about "What If?" By Silverstein, but I will give it a whirl for sure.
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
You provided such a feast here, leaves me wanting more.
Beautifully written 🌹
Thanks for the read Teddy.15, and for your short and sweet comment.
I hope that all is well.
Such good words Ben, our lives will be better, mine certainly has changed for the better and I wish the same to all.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and for the lovely comment of praise, and also for such wonderful words of encouragement.
I hope that all is well.
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