Wind stopped, time froze, bubble popped, darkness grows
Sun dropped, eyes close, dreams adopt mind's new clothes
Drunken melodies brain to bind, shards of a broken rainbow left behind
From past's deep tunnels ore of the mind, treasure refined for eyes now blind
Visions drift, float and fade, shadows shift remote in dark shade
Minutes sift into hours made, time to lift, eternity displayed
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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Your poem feels like a meditation on the strange alchemy of night; how silence, memory, and dream reshape the mind into something both fragile and infinite.
Thank you Cryptic I appreciate your input yes as this took shape it seemed a mantra for sleep. Thanks for your review
Most welcome, Soren 🕊️🙏
This poem explores the interplay between time, dreams, and perception. It delves into the experience of altered states of consciousness, where reality blurs into dreams, and the passage of time becomes fluid. The imagery evokes a sense of introspection and transformation, suggesting that the mind’s journey through darkness and dreams can reveal hidden truths.
Thank you Friendship for the read and interpretation. Yes indeed it is about sleep and that altered state that brings peace where time has no meaning.
Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi
Soren, this piece floats between dream and shadow…the rainbow shards, the tunnels of the mind, time sifting into eternity. It’s haunting, layered, and beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for your kind words of support they are appreciated as are you
Fine words soren leading to a place of complete composure.
Andy
Wonderful words, Soren. You really paint the picture. Nicely done.
Thank you Tom for your review and kind words of support and encouragement they are appreciated
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