It Was Just A Dream

If you are not missing any pieces
If I donít have your heart
What once was a perfect circle
At the seams now rips apart

If I settle for disappointments
If indifference is the rule
If I hold it up to the light
My mind wraps around the truth.

If this rain that gently falls
Washes this blank slate clean
Then the silver lining would be
That it was just a dream.

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-28 at 21:14

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the way the poem progresses through stages. It feels sad at the beginning, then it seems to move through an analytical time to acceptance. I like the rain because I find the sound of rain soothing. Altogether an interesting piece (-:>)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I thought that it was a perfectly linear poem describing disillusionment and moving on.

Dreams are such perplexing things. We sigh in relief when we wake up from a nightmare and are disappointed when the pleasing events in a more benign dream are dispersed when the alarm buzzes or when the morning sun jars us back to reality. I'm one of those persons who hardly ever remembers the good dreams, only the nightmares. I need to work on that, I think. :)

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very sad but very well written. I read it a few times and it is almost as if each stanza was written from a different angle. The first about the recipient, the second about the writer and the third about what can happen now. Very clever.

Arunesh dixit
Three different stanzas and each has its own color and sound. I read it at least 7 times :) The last line of each stanza is powerful and very lucid. Good job Ashe.


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i've read this a dozen times now, each stanza is a vignette, each with a unique image. as a former topologist-wanna-be the first image of the circle ripped apart is particularly sharp and real to me.

It is a cleansing poem with shining light, and real or not, when it's all said and done, "life is but a dream."