When Dreams Fade: a short poem

art & poetry by brian loewer

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When dreams fade the page is still.

My elbows propped on window sills.

The city shrills inside my room.

I can sense its slightest gloom.

The street lights scoff my unpaid bills,

as I fill my hands and take my pills.

The calm will come but darkness waits,

outside my brain it taps and shakes.

It breaks in past these led-framed panes,

while the rain seeps through the cellophane.

I daze, with drugs life's a dream,

but when I'm clean I want to scream!

So I sit and write my will,

in my room unfurnished still.

I jot down all I have

with a pencil and a pad.

I give you all I own-

I give you just this poem.

© 2013 Brian M. Loewer All rights reserved.


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Footprints You've Made

A Young Faith's Prayer

Whiskey & a Bible

Sunday Brunch

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Fiery Angel Arts 3 years ago from Providence, RI

Never disappointing. Always putting your heart on the written lines. Your honesty is refreshing and devoid of false pretense.


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LVidoni5 3 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Always good to hear from you Moms. Thanks so much! Hope life is great on your end of the country.


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Moms-Secret 3 years ago from Central Florida

How I have missed visiting you Brian... Amazing how you toy with words.


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LVidoni5 3 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Aviannovice- the ice cream expert, thanks for reading my poem! Glad you enjoyed it.


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aviannovice 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

Impressive words that shudder with emptiness, and pictures of the soul to match. Fabulous work.


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LVidoni5 3 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

As a big fan of Poe, that's an awesome compliment. Thanks so much Poetic Fool!


Poetic Fool 3 years ago

Yes, I must agree with xstatic. It's dark with a Poe-like rhythm and feel too. Very interesting. Great job!


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LVidoni5 3 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Ausseye- nicely done and thank you! Here's to bridging life's game- cheers!


Ausseye 3 years ago

You own a lot so full of pain

I wonder if the light will kill the sane

I see the dark attempt to fill the space

And your poetic light comes shining through

You own a lot …an awful lot

A talent, a way to bridge life's game


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LVidoni5 3 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Lurana, I'm fascinated by your insight. You have me pondering ideas in my poem, I may or may not have intended. The art is mine as well, and it's great to hear such positive feedback. Thanks so much! -Brian


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MrsBrownsParlour 3 years ago from Chicagoland, Illinois

Reality steals in; poetry consolidates the precious lucid bit of soul left and hurriedly is given so that it cannot be taken too...that's my reading. I love this poem. The artwork is yours too? It is amazing. The woman's eyes are exquisitely done---very soulful and alive. ~Lurana


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ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

yes-haunting


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LVidoni5 3 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks xstatic, appreciate the comment!


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xstatic 3 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Very dark, very well written too. This has a haunting quality.

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