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When Dreams Fade: a short poem
art & poetry by brian loewer
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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Comments
Never disappointing. Always putting your heart on the written lines. Your honesty is refreshing and devoid of false pretense.
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Always good to hear from you Moms. Thanks so much! Hope life is great on your end of the country.
How I have missed visiting you Brian... Amazing how you toy with words.
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Aviannovice- the ice cream expert, thanks for reading my poem! Glad you enjoyed it.
Impressive words that shudder with emptiness, and pictures of the soul to match. Fabulous work.
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As a big fan of Poe, that's an awesome compliment. Thanks so much Poetic Fool!
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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Ausseye- nicely done and thank you! Here's to bridging life's game- cheers!
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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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
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
yes-haunting
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Thanks xstatic, appreciate the comment!
Very dark, very well written too. This has a haunting quality.
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