I gazed at the dreamcatcher that swayed peacefully above
Your dormant head.
Lost in my ways,
As it steadily swayed, above the halo on your head.
I internally bloom,
Despite the drought, despite the arid weather.
As if July could last forever,
As if roses could spread their feathers – in this desert.
Without direction, without guide,
I pry open the little vigor that’s left in me -
To focus on the lodestar hoisted in the North sky.
To open my eyes at the crack of dawn,
Whereupon, a dream can alight on this airless land,
And breathe in us new life - if only it were to be realized.
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Author:
Rocky Lagou (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2022 09:16
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem can take on many meanings. I think what I wanted to convey overall though is a dream coming to fruition in the most hopeless of places.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments8
A dream however small has the capacity to resuscitate a flagging spirit. Good share Rocky!
Lord, that description is spot-on. Thank you so much dear poet for stopping by and sharing your ever-sage insights. I believe that our dreams are capable of anything, "if only it were to be realized." Have a beautiful day!
Good write R.
Hi beloved, thanks for the comment! I hope you floated on my words, I wanted it to feel like an awakening.
Like I have said before Rocky,
Dreams are but those stepping-stones
that form a temporary bridge
Between conscious here and now
and the subconscious where and when ..
Where blurring occurs between our
wishes, wants and needs ..
Yet where faith, hope, love and peace
still each unconditionally resides ..
I think you have done good here Rocky ............ Neville
Oh, thank you so much dear Neville! Your words really mean a lot to me, you're kinda like that enlightened 100-year-old great-grandpa I never had (that's not to call you old tho!!!). Your sagacity is inspiring. I'm glad to see you could relate, have a great day!
All dreams need just a little water to spawn germination and a little more for growth. Find an oasis in the desert of life. I think I loved the most the last two lines.
Hi dear Soren, you're "soarin'" right through my mind
Great engaging writing ! Nice words ))
Hiya, it's nice to hear from you, it's been a while since our last exchange. I hope you felt the wistful ambience in this piece. Your words are much obliged, and I hope you have a beautiful day!
loved this: I pry open the little vigor that’s left in me
Hey, thanks a bunch for leaving a comment. You know, a quirk about me and my poetry writing is trying to create a line or couple of lines that apart from being impactful, is vivid and full of imagery, it's supposed to make the reader think, "dang that's deep!" You'll note in each of my poems that there's always a line that tends to stick out, and you have found the one in this one
A beautiful contemplation dear Rocky, such a fitting title. What a respite our dreams can be, with a little hope thrown in for good measure.
Hi dearest poet Bella! I'm enamored by your comments as always. I'm glad you could respond to this poem, the title is directly linked to the imagery I use throughout so it's sharp of you to point that out. I wanted to use the term "compass rose" to sort of serve as a tangible image and juxtaposition to the narrative. The imagery is in the flower metaphors I use, and the juxtaposition occurs because the speaker is "without direction, without guide," yet the title implies otherwise. I'm really glad you enjoyed it, have a lovely day!
a wonderful read, soothing themes
thanks for sharing dear Poet
The pleasure comes from the kindhearted poets like you who drop by
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