"Oneiroi" (Greek myth - gods of dream)
By Penny4athought
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Pasty faces and foggy lands
In dreams that shake the soul
Phobetor weaves a tapestry
Of dank and dripping shrouds
To chill the blood and tremble lips
Though limbs are limp and trusting
Why not the flight of angels bring
Alight in rainbow colors?
Why toil subconscious fears
And stir a flight or fight reaction?
Did not love’s beauty incase your heart?
Did fragrant flowers elude your world?
Perhaps a greater god than thee
Should visit slumbering mortals
And spirit nightmares far away
On tender wings of butterflies
To drop in volcanic craters deep
And never disturb another sleep
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dreams are the stuff of
dreams are the stuff of nightmares, indeed.
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I admire the way you have
I admire the way you have woven the drama and terror of the dreamer with the immobile physical self, lifeless, perhaps perspiring in sleep. It's got me wondering where I'll go tonight in my dreams, the hidden room, the toilet with no door?
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Phobetor i deed! I liked the
Phobetor indeed! I liked the dream like quality here, with that unsettling undertow, and the imagery was perfect.
Dougie Moody
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Something new
Something new from you, excellent. I especially like "Why not the flight of angels bring alight in rainbow colors?" but I do realise this is not quite the mood of the poem.
See you! Tom
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