September 3, 2009

dreamcatcher



early they sailed off
the boats I dreamed up
with wrecks retrieved
from uneasy tides
of one last sleep

wished their shadow's play
would distract me a while
from the loneliness one feels
drifting through to no end
these crystal flows of indigo

5 comments:

alex said...

your poem is really good.

Laetitia said...

really like your blog!
I'm french and I make poetry but I find it most interesting to read poetry in english because of the originality of rythms and rimes...a whole single dynamic that each language can create...
check mine if interested:
http://brumesetpluies.blogspot.com

Zalea Caine said...

Your good... but perhaps not good enough for my taste. I want poems to make me think, to challenge my brain and show me a truth about myself. But you are good! I am a writer as well, though I do not write poems. Read my blog! (its has nothing to do with writing, however)

zaleaprince.blogspot.com

oh look, stars! said...

Of all your poems, I like this the best.. the feel of desolation, so complete (:

Mukrim said...

Hi guys i write lovely poems too . so plz dont forget to check it out . and nice blogerring-cloud :)
http://poems-essays.blogspot.com/