Dreams Dissipate

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    Dreams Dissipate

    Staring into java, contemplating life’s journey in the murky swirl of cream

    Blowing ripples, as steam breathes life into foggy recesses

    Clearing cobwebs, allowing thoughts to clarify as day begins.

     

    Taking a sip, a sigh escapes as I lean back into masses of pillows

    Eyes closed, I listen to the ticking from my antique clock in the hall

    A bong alerts me; my time is at a premium.

     

    Sunlight peaks beneath the blinds and sneaks into my room

    Chasing shadows and dreams back into the closet to await the night

    As I finish the last of my elixir, stretching, uncovering from my cocoon.

     

    Padding to the mirror, I stare back at the stranger I have become

    My dreams of being an artist, splattered like slashes across a canvas

    Replaced by a lab coat, calculations, stats and calibrations.

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    peacefully commented on Dreams Dissipate

    12-30-2009

    Lena, I wonder is a dream ever dissipated. It's not over till it's over. Keep dreaming and keep on painting. If the paintings on your profile are yours, you really should stay with it and not give up the dream. However, you paint very vivid pictures with your words. How talented you are.
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    wanishi commented on Dreams Dissipate

    12-13-2009

    Dreams are best at the very end, just before waking up. I can relate to this. Thanks for sharing.
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    dragonfly1023 commented on Dreams Dissipate

    10-12-2009

    There are days we all wish that morning mirror would look back at us from the eyes of the person we wish to be. I love this revealing reflection Lena. And remember, an artist remains an artist regardless of profession :D
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    ginga commented on Dreams Dissipate

    08-16-2009

    Oh I love this one Lena. The personal experience is always appreciated. You build the tension as you write until the reader finds out about what you intended (an Artist) and the reality (a medical professional). I have a poem that is also about women in the am you may like to read.."Her Private Hour" ginga
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    Tempestlady commented on Dreams Dissipate

    08-09-2009

    There's got to be a better way to start the day than by waking up. wouldn't you say? It sucks when we realize our time is up for making our dreams of the heart to come true. Can be deflating to say the least. Very now, Write on.....
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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