The Unwritten Dream
I left the dream
to finish the poem
Now the dream has dissolved
like a memory that was stolen
like a lesson that wasn’t learned
like a life returned to dust
________Colleen Redman / Poets United
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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April 8th, 2018 7:54 am
A dissolving dream and a life returned to dust…….this poem has impact. Well done!
April 8th, 2018 8:56 am
This happens to me often, it seems, with poetry. The dream does often does dissolve. Sigh.
April 8th, 2018 10:02 am
I love the title! Yes often it is that dreams escape even though they seem close and within our reach.
April 8th, 2018 10:14 am
Oh yes you captured it perfectly when those fleeting thoughts and dreams whisper and then evaporate before we can catch them….loved it!
April 8th, 2018 3:45 pm
We grasp at other things and our dreams dissolve. I’m too familiar with this. Great way to express this melancholia.
April 8th, 2018 5:04 pm
I know this, and how exasperating it is! A dream dissolved in the blink of an eye…
Anna :o]
April 8th, 2018 5:14 pm
Sigh….it happens to me. A lovely little gem.
April 8th, 2018 6:18 pm
That was sad yet uplifting for both dreams and poetry.
Good one. You are showing your age and your wisdom.
ZQ
April 8th, 2018 7:51 pm
This snuck up on me. The idea of leaving a dream behind…ouch. Also, it kicked off a dozen memories of home for some reason. 🙂 Beautifully done.
April 8th, 2018 8:00 pm
What a great example to ensure we are not distracted when we have a great idea we need to write down. Then when forgotten you have a feeling of grief that the child you thought you had will never be born.
April 9th, 2018 12:17 am
Colleen, it happens to me all the time too. Sometimes the dream lingers all day just beyond my fingertips with just a sense of the emotion associated with it, but nothing I can latch onto. You captured it well.
April 9th, 2018 1:07 am
Darn. I guess it was either lose the poem or lose the dream. The lesson may rear its head again.
April 9th, 2018 2:32 am
Brilliant title and I love your closing line. A most enjoyable poem to read
April 9th, 2018 4:30 am
if only we can write in our sleep…
April 9th, 2018 4:54 am
I like the way the poem seems to dissolve with the dream, Colleen.
April 9th, 2018 1:03 pm
Indeed, some dreams and wishes are lost unfulfilled.
April 9th, 2018 9:48 pm
Sad …and yet, I do believe the dreams and the poems are all still there in our subconscious, to surface perhaps in new guises albeit the same message.
May 8th, 2018 12:12 pm
I pick up a sense of frustration here…