Flicker of a Dream
A Flicker of a Dream...
Love and pain have always been looked upon
by poets as a vehicle for lament..
whether it is in the spread of happiness ...
or the melancholy sing song of a phrase
that sticks in your mind..
When you hear the saxophone start cooing
like a broken hearted turtle dove ..
grab your heart and dance.. dance..
.like it was the last time
you would wear those new shoes you bought..
just so you could look good,
for the woman who would appear, as if from your dreams..
For when the music stops playing .
.look for that open chair... fiercely,
like you were playing musical chairs
while cruising on the Titanic,
leaving your heart on the dance floor
to be taken home ..lied to, and shown the door
in the morning
Because if you been stung by Love's delicious sting,
feeling the giddiness of a teenagers glee
It was your own fault...you tried love ..
and found that it was lust,
the lust of the moment when you,
thought you felt that spark,
that light ..
that small Flicker of a Dream ..
Michael Montoya.. 2013.. November 5th
Comments
Touched upon by so many. thank you
Beautifully done and it flowed very well. Thank you for this wonderful share here. Shared and votes way up.
A beauty of a poem.
Poignant as to our searching for love and how it very painful the process can be, and when it is finally true love and not just mere attraction, it is glorious indeed. Beautifully written as always.
Up and more and sharing
Hugs, Faith Reaper
Cleaner3; Beautifully written as always, from your heart and soul. I agree with Faith Reaper how painful the process of searching for love can be. I love your mentioning of the saxophone cooing like a broken hearted turtle dove. I can SO relate to feeling the giddiness of a teenagers glee! When I was 14 a boy I REALLY like asked me to a school dance IF he could get out of taking someone else he asked! I remember racing in the house and running up the hallway full of glee! I bought a cotton short sleeve mint green dress for the occasion...turns out he ended up taking the other girl to the dance...I sat that night forlornly looking out the window watching my friends and their dates walking by the house on the way to the dance. My twin sister had bought a flowered dress and she walked out the door with her date. One of the saddest disappointments of my life. Your poem was so powerful it brought all of that back to me. BUT I'm still standing! VERY sadly, that boy I adored, then got over eventually, passed away this year from a heart attack. I had not seen him since high school graduation, and then to see him at the visiting hours in a casket, shows me how short our lives can be. I thought to myself, I MUST get in touch with these friends I have not seen. Who has not been stung by Love's delicious sting? The worst heartbreak ever! God bless and thank you for this very powerful write.
Voted up and beautiful. Sparklea :)
Love...elusive at times for sure but oh so worth the wait. Beautiful words this morning, Michael; the perfect way to begin my day.
Beautiful poetry to start my morning. Thank you Michael I hope all is well. Jamie
That small flicker of a dream hits everyone at one time or another...sometimes the dream comes true, sometimes not!
Voted up and awesome.
A very interesting poem that puts the dilemma so well. But what joy when the right one is found.
Michael,
Nothing can replace that horrible feeling when that which you thought was diamonds turned out to be just coal.
Kim
Love and lust, separate or a part of one another? Who can really say?
Michael, this is breathtaking..the imagery, the emotions are so rich and intense...obviously I loved this one...I may have read more into it but there's a tangible undercurrent of melancholy and the Sax 'cooing' so perfectly expressed the mood...love it!
Full of emotion and imagery. Enjoyed.
Wonderful Michael and here's another gem by you to vote up.
Eddy.
Searching for love is certainly scary. When you put yourself out there you are so vulnerable never knowing what's coming. Said perfectly Michael.
Voted up, useful, and awesome.
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thank you Mary..
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