I experience a fitful recurring dream.
A dream full of madness and darkness
Interspersed with flashes of brilliant light;
An awful, splendid, dream that I dream
Upon waking each morning, day after day.
Today's dream evolved rather curiously ...
I dreamt I was writing this poem.
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Author:
Louis Gibbs (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I remember this line from a childhood nursery rhyme ... "Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream." Who knew!
- Category: Surrealist
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A surrealist thought - grand little poem Louis
"Surrealist" fits well. It is fun to stand back and contemplate the surreal drama as it unfolds. Thanks for your reply and compliment, Michael.
All dreams seem to mean something. This one just happen to be one easier to interpret. Interesting.
Glad you could interpret it, U-V, and hope you enjoyed.
So this is a mad and dark, awful and splendid, yet rather curious poem!
Mad, dark, awful, and splendid ... the dream of "life" well described. Thanks for considering it and commenting, Fred.
And so, you did! Grand dream writing Louis. Bravo.
And so I did. Thank you so much, Frank!
May your dreams always give us your poetry. Good write.
Your comment is greatly appreciated, my friend!
Ta-dah! And now that dream has come true! Good write Louis.
It's getting there, hopefully. Thanks for your compliment, 'O'.
Dream Dream Dream LOUIS ~ All I have to do is DREAM Yours BRIAN There are al lot of Dreams in our latest Collaboration ~ Seasons of Love ~ please check ~ Thanks SANTI & BRIAN
I will. Thanks for reading and responding, Brian.
Nice concept poem very cool
Thanks for the kind words, WL!
Life is a dream weave with time. When you are gone, the dreams disappeared.
Interesting dream and real poem.
Many thanks for your comment, m&m!
And thusly, you may have found the cure for your recurring dream. Intriguing poem, well written, stirring the imagination. Can dreams remembered be separated from reality? As for life being a dream, it is of course, for what comes after life/? oblivion? Or another dream? Got to go now, got some daydreaming to do. - Phil A.
Enjoyed your thoughtful response, MF. Let's dream on!
Hello Louis. Nice poem. I've read in spiritual books about that collective fantasy, or dream. If it is true we only get to awake after we die. It is quite confuse though because some says after we die some of us still don't realize the change because we are not prepared spiritually.
'Awaking' is a long process, requiring many lifetimes. We don't automatically attain wisdom upon leaving our bodies, but hopefully have grown in awareness and wisdom by each lifetime of experiencing. This is my belief at this point.
Thank you for your insightful comment, m-b. Keep seeking!
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