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A Dream The beginning when dreams were unraveling A moment touched by the souls inner brush Colors Blue, for repression Green, for regression within Yellow, to enlighten White, just to brighten the soul Orange, to behoove Red, to remove the stain Grey, to disguise Violet, for wise to learn Black is the last While tied to a mast Behold the end of the dream... |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-11-18 20:44:02
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.93750
I dreamt often as a child with one dream over and over again, brought fear to my heart so much I did not want to sleep. Not now.......dreams may come and may go.....colors often are found within the few moments which seem to last the night.......love the way you have expressed this one Tom with the colors and what you associate them to be with. Enjoyed the rhyme as well as the images created with the flare of your pen. Take care, God Bless, Claire