Shattered Dreams

As pottery, dashed upon the stone
At my feet lie shards of broken dreams
It was I who killed them, denied them flight
Dreams do not die alone

Where has gone the dreamer
Who once danced in the fertile fields of promise
Sampling the fragrance of tomorrow
Where cast off dreams are born anew

I am here, crushed but not broken
With hopeful hands, collecting all the pieces
They are mine, born of my creation
I welcome them and dare to dream again

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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1 Response to Shattered Dreams

  1. splitspeak says:

    Beautiful! Dreams do not die alone…

    Like

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