The Bright Old Oak’s dewdrops: Bag Of Dreams
I wish the sun could shine at night,
I wish the bluebells never said goodbye
Violins read their lines and chase a smile
Alas time goes by and you run for a mile
I wish my mind could remember what was brought
I wish I had more time to say I fought
Window is just sick to see just bricks
Make a promise and it just sticks
I wish these ribbons tied my dreams to make them real
I wish the silver clouds around me were made of steel
Somehow I think this could be done
Just like turning a poem into a song
Yes you would only see a million sparks
Just like the brightest of our stars
I have been looking for so long for this
A bag of dreams, that’s what it is.
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I think this could be turned into a song.
Aw!! Thanks. That’s sweet.
A great bagful there. “Violins read their lines and chase a smile!” I am a believer and the first three lines really speak to me.
Léa
Your comment makes me happy
Nice poem! A great universal bagful of dreams.
I identified myself a lot with your words, I mean, with the poem and its message. (I know the author doesn’t always want / like to be treated in the 1st person. He/ she may be, at the time of creation, in fact a 3rd person, mixed up with the 1st, as if he/she was a bit “out” of him/herself, as if in a “state of grace”).
I can also feel a bit of a disappointment and sadness in here, through most words and verb tenses (“I wish… could /I wish… never said…”, meaning dreams are nothing but dreams.
I picked up two sentences that show how far these “unreachable” dreams go: “Window is just sick to see just bricks” and “A bag of dreams, that’s what it is.”
However, I think that the author inside himself hasn’t given up, yet. Through the two verses below, apparently a bit “lost” in the middle of the stanzas, the author keeps on believing. He/ she even wants to “sing” his/ her dreams out.
“Somehow I think this could be done
Just like turning a poem into a song”
Had the author given up on dreams, would the poem have a totally entirely different title. But it is still a “bag of dreams”, although he/ she mentions “I have been looking for so long for this”.
Wow! Cannot express how happy and honoured I am to receive a critical analysis.
Thank you for taking the time to read this poem and analysing it. I did not give up on dreams, but yet felt the need to outline the hurdles everyday life presents!
x
This made my day.
Thanks again
You’re welcome!
You deserve it!
Thank you, too! For giving my “analysis” some value! It was a quick one!
xx
C.
It’s worth trying to turn it into a song! Sinéad’s style or Tracy Chapman’s… Ho do you feel about that?
Love
C.
P.S. I’m sorry you can’t read me…
Sounds nice! But I’ll stick to words for now
I am loving all your poems.Your poems are tender,natural and sensitive.Had I known French,I would have read La Rue too
.I loved “Words of a Leaf on an Autumn day”,”Memoria”,”The ballad of the lonely bird” the most.Will keep waiting for your next dew drops!
Oh! Thank you for your very nice comment. I appreciate it so much
hahaha..thanks for that then..;)