by day she’s drenched
gloom’s sticky things
forever young
forever trapped
each night she tries
to recapture
the special dream
when she felt free
woolly cushioned
each night she tries
she drifts to sleep
to see bright wings
when moon rise and
when daylight flees
each night she tries
to hear the song
dim dusty trails
that wind along
cold stone pathways
each night she tries
Carrie is today’s host for The Sunday Muse.
Tao Talk 
A heartbreaking poem
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome Li
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Yes, this is a heartbreaking poem … the scourge of too many // Beautifully composed.
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Helen, thank you.
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My favorite:
“gloom’s sticky things
forever young”
“each night she tries” … That’s enough. <3
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Thank you, Peppermint, and I appreciate your comment :)
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“Each night she tries” … keeps hope alive, and one day the dreams will live!
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Beverly, thank you. I know she will keep trying until they do.
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Thank you for sharing this beauty in melancholy, Lisa. 🌞
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You are welcome. Thank you for reading.
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Try is all we can really do.
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Q, you’re right.
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A lovely poem of the human spirit, “each night she tries”, not giving up is half the battle. I love where the image took you Lisa!
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Carrie, thank you for your kind comment.
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So beautiful, the many ways she tries. A lovely read.
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Sherry, thank you.
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Keep on trying, young one, you’ll find your way!
Hey, remember your Hemingway prompt and that quote about the broken places? I just ordered some wall art that is a picture of Hem at his typewriter and with that quote on it!
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Now that is really awesome! One worth remembering for sure <3 Thanks for your kind comment.
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Well that is completely sad…but I guess that is the point.
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I looked at the image and thought this is not going to be a happy poem.
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You were oh so right!
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Each night she tries – a poem for all young people feeling trapped. Eloquently done Lisa.
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Marion, thank you!
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Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Keep trying to find you way in the dreamscape, there will be crumbs for you to follow into the daylight. I often take refuge in my dreams.
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Truedessa, such a beautiful, wise suggestion. I do also. I don’t have to be in control of what happens there or even have an illusion of control like I do when awake ;)
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Oh Lisa, this is so full of vision and my favorite thing — delicious melancholy. Really like this. Your imagery here is so relatable, so real. Well written my friend. 🙂
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Rob thank you and glad you relate to it :)
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ms_lili, nice write. Dreams are hard to repeat unless it is a ‘recurring dream’ but we have no control over those either. (I had two, they were quite frequently occurring but after years and years they both stopped, at the same time. But I have not forgotten their contents.) I do hope your heroin will have hers come true.
BTW, you are the first I for the prompt wrote to the rain. And the flooded stream to cross is another problem of it’s own.
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Thank you very much, Jim. Dreams are “messages from home” and recurring dreams are important messages that are trying to get through. If you remember the dreams, try to remember when they stopped and what big life event happened at the same time. Maybe you can decipher them that way… Thank you for reading and your interesting comment :)
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Oops, “heroine”,
Sorry.
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:)
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Very lyrical and haunting.
At least she’s still “trying”………..
Last time I felt any of that I was about 12, and I’ve stopped trying, lol !!
Just a nice cup of coffee, good book, good movie….I’m okay.
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Stacey it sounds like you are in your happy place, and you can’t ask for more than that.
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So true! :)
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you :)
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“ each night she tries” – a perfect refrain for this multi-mood piece.
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Sara, thank you very much.
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