Where o where
where are the dreams beloved?
The dreams they are
all broken at the seams
like spent mattresses’
on which we dreamed.
Where o where
where are the secrets we held ?
The secrets they are
all torn apart
like little doll’s dresses
open naked bare .
Where o where
where are the songs we sing ?
The songs they are
all echoing melodies
from mind’s empty pots
too eager to please.
Where O where ?
the day the night
Where O where ?
the way the light.
Where O where ?
the umpteen things that
delight?
All scattered over earth
sea and skies
like ashes
in its final flight.
It is ever the mark of a true poet ,that their work conveys and addresses the whole gamut of human emotion. And in this poem melancholy and ennui are to the fore.
Thank you Dear Louis Sir , I redid it a bit here there…and well…:::))
So glad I have this platform to post and your comments ..::)))
Where o where
where are the dreams beloved?
The dreams are all
open at the seams
like spent mattresses’
on which we dreamed.
Where o where
where are the secrets we held ?
The secrets they are
all laid bare like little dolls,
their dresses ripped open
naked and bare.
Where o where
where are the songs we sing ?
The songs they are
all lost in the wind
from mind’s empty pots
too eager to please.
Where O where ?
the day the night
Where O where ?
the way the light.
Where O where ?
the umpteen things that
delight?
All scattered over earth
sea and skies
like ashes
in its final flight.