Dying Dream Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Dying Dream
The chariot shot down the cobbled slope,
Thundered past the ruins. The wheels revolted
And wobbled off; the axle crashed, the rope
Trailed limp; the yoke lay felled; the horse had bolted.
Tendrils of dream began to tug my eyes
As I awoke to find the white horse gone.
It pawed the ground and fled into the skies
In golden dust it flew towards the sun.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this after waking up from a dream, when I was forty, glad it
was but a dream. I used the 4-line stanza with a-b rhymes to symbolise my world of order.
was but a dream. I used the 4-line stanza with a-b rhymes to symbolise my world of order.
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