Let go,
of the
thinly veiled demons,
Disguised as dreams.
Of the
Orchid topped leaves,
with roots made of poison.
Let go,
of the
corporate bank sleeves,
Stolen from laymen.
Or the
Blonde’s short seams,
To find missing meaning.
Let go,
of the
Thoughts from the past
They will haunt your being
And the
Memories that last,
To keep is destruction.
To be free
Is peace
And in all there is seeing
Learn from the past
Let go of the dream.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
Something tells me your 'letting go' is not of a spiritual nature, but rather something driven by angst and disappointment - suicide perhaps? This poem is tightly structured with some great images. Distinctive poetry from a talented pen. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
What I perceived from these well constructed lines is that do not linger to the painful past, learn from it and do not live in a artificial world of dreams… let go whatever seems to be detrimental, very thoughtful and pleasure generating…
hey david.......your perception of your dream is very descriptive and so fascinating.......u got the touch pal!
Very deep and also encouraging.... thanks for popping in.... you write well. Yuri*
'of the orchid topped leaves, with roots made of poison'.. really love that. This poem i like because to me its about temptation, and those moments before you soak yourself in it. Dangerous
there is a brevity in your poem i love very much david. perhaps your originality will start from there. keep on.
The opening stanza sets the tone for this poem - the 'thinly veiled demons' that lurk and beckon may be disguised as something pleasing to the eye but beneath the surface something far less appealing awaits. To be free of such demons, whether they hide in the past, present or future takes strength of character, and the ability to let go... another though provoking write David...j x
YOu show a lot of powerful narative hear David, skillfully displayed Take care Love duncan X
Another ingenious shift of title meaning. It seems that some dreams aren't so good. If you are not careful of what you wish for, may find yourself in the middle of a mirage munching on dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David, letting go of the past does help, especially those who are so critical without being constructive. Their destructive force can cancel out our perfect dreams. Another beautiful poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David