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Elegy of a Dream

by sahibthescribe


I

While others seek comfort in friends

in making amends and playing pretend,

I seek asylum under blankets.


I drift away to the buzzing of my erratic thoughts

so I can escape,

so I can dream.


Usually it’s the same:

a man and a woman holding hands, my parents,

inseparable except by physical confines


but in every other way a single being.

One spirit of two hearts beating in rhythm,

and aside from each other, they hold my hopes.


Surrounded by an ornate quilt,

that’s speckled by a dreamscape of shooting stars.

These wishes of mine keep them warm


and keep them together.

I always knew them that way, “together.”

But only in my dreams.


While others awaken to sunny days

to solace in a loving gaze,

I wake up to reality, which is nothing like a dream.


II

I force my eyelids together,

grasping at the remnants of my made-up world,

so I don’t have to pick up the pieces of this one,


but it never works.

So, I stare at time,

watching the ticking conductor for my cue.


Alas, when his hands fall,

I exhale a sigh of attrition

And upon the melody of my relief,


I am whisked back to my realm.

My artificial safety.

But lately, it hasn’t been the same.


III

The conductor has begun a new waltz, a new movement,

my quilt has started to unwind.

Acceptance blurs my fantasy.


I no longer look up at them, but rather I sit between them,

not by choice but by force.

And I feel them pulling away.


The conductor said it was part of the song, but my new place in the ensemble,

has given me a pulsing pain in my arms.

A fatigue I still feel too young for.


But the tempo increases and the style changes to a smooth legato,

and the resistance fades.

As I sway to the metronome.


My hands feel stronger now as my awareness crescendos,

though the quilt has long unraveled.

I don’t feel the cold anymore.


The notes, the beauty of the composition, are making sense to me now,

their harmony is fleeting.

But my melody perseveres.


I used to look up to them, until, I unknowingly forced myself upon them,

too weak, too naïve to understand.

To let the music speak for itself.


I tried to make myself their anchor, their glue, their rhythm, their pulse,

but their piece had reached its finale.

The last scale diminished.


I could never play on their behalf, or attempt to compensate for another part,

because their duet was always for two.

I tell myself that it’s just in the music.


But the conductor has shown me,

that desire.

That love.


Is mine to believe in and not others’ to protect,

my hymn doesn’t have to end.

Just because him and her do.


IV

So now I leave them to sit alone.

Two spirits of two minds thinking out of sync

but in spite of each other, they held onto me.


So while others give in,

forsake hope and something greater to believe in,

I dream a better dream.


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Ejay1806 wrote a review...



Hey !!
Ejay here for a review ...
Okay ..... let me start of with just one adjective to describe your poem : FABULOUS . Wow . Simply and gorgeously wow . The way you split your poem into parts is so clever . And the best part is that I got your message quite clearly , and without much trouble . At least it is not like the other poems wherein the message is difficult to find ...
Cheers !!






Thank you for the kind words and the review!



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This was gorgeous. It was as if I was listening to music. There was a maturity to it I've never seen in any other poems. I took it as a child holding to a breaking marriage to try and mend it so his/her life wouldn't change. I love the addition of the quilt, that was immensely beautiful. I've read other poetry on here, but this one I fell in love with. It has my heart. The last words I loved. They stood as a declaration that the person has become independent and strong. Your use of words was breath taking and the end was perfection. Keep this up, my friend.






Thank you so much!



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Wow. This was really good! I'm not an expert at poetry, never touched the stuff. But there's still something really interesting about the way that you wrote this. I'm assuming that this is a child coping with the divorce of their parents? If not, don't worry about me misinterpreting it, I'm not the sharpest pencil in the box. The way that you described everything pulled at my heartstrings. It was amazing!






Yes! That's exactly what it was about! Thank you for the review! I think you're a little better at this poetry stuff than you would like to think haha





Good. I'm glad to hear it! And thanks. :P



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anonymous123 says...



i personally liked this poem. it is deep like they are suppose to be. although i am doubtful about the rhyming scheme but i loved what it conveyed. the dream of a child that no one comes in between them , not even him, is inspiring and selfless. i liked it.the best part of the poem is dreaming about never coming in between their parents even if they hold on to their child. it is a mind of a very matured mind.






Thank you so much for the review! I will work on clarifying rhyme




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