THE SEA OF DREAMS
The tides rock me gently,
Dreams brought by seagulls.
Like on Treasure Island,
I am an undiscovered Robin Hood.
The wings of my memories
Are broken,
And the feathers of my old hopes
Have drifted away.
The footprints of my first love
In the sand, I cannot find.
The post-sunset breeze
Has cast them onto another island.
In those footsteps,
Another Robin Hood has walked...
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Author:
Sami Mulaj (
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I like the metaphor that applies so well to many things in this poem, how the very mythical nature of the stories is like the mythical nature of remembered relationships, how the mythical heroes of past stories are the mythical memories of oneself in one's own story, Some good lines as well (wings of memories broken, and feathers of old hopes blown away) go well together. The footprints in sand is such a wonderful metaphor for a first love where it erodes away with the waves of time sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly awaiting the raising tide. Overall a splendid use of metaphor and a fave
I sincerely thank you for the detailed analysis and commentary you have provided on my poetry, which I also appreciate as a support for my modest efforts in verse.
My pleasure
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