...10 minute dreams...Or were they screams?

By SolApathy

I wonder as I weave
In this poem I deceive
Dreaded desires as minutes are down to the wire
I must light this 10 minute poetic fire
Am I a liar if I take eleven?
Perhaps an ass if I take only 7
Upon this page
Will it be love, or perhaps a blistering rage?
Take into my mind lines in chat
Spit out this chaos rap
Am I trapped in a 10 minute mire?
What of 15…I dream of this desire
Into the eclipse of half thought closet rhymes
Left to sit until this very time
Not knowing what the next line will bring
Perhaps it’ll cry
Or maybe just sing
Light my fire as I dream of crimson flames
Doused by the chill of a winter’s rain
I’ll see you once this poem is through
Wondering what thoughts it stirs within you

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Published on Monday, December 18, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

10 minute poem- -...In this swamp of half thought dreams I find only screams.

Comments on "...10 minute dreams...Or were they screams?"

A former member wrote: Okay, let's not split hairs about how long it actually takes you to write a poem. You write masterful poetry in any time frame, and not many poets can do that. I'll be waiting by the fire, dearest. Rebs:).
A former member wrote: I wonder if lying is what makes all poems what they should be which is exciting but then again truth can be stranger than fiction.
On Tuesday, December 19, 2017, Cassette (1087) wrote:

I'm usually not a big fan of rhyme schemes but this spoke to me.
On Monday, December 18, 2017, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

"Into the eclipse of half thought closet rhymes..." is hands down one of my favorite lines of poetry ever. I think when poetry grabs you, like that line did to me, it is really holding up a mirror for you to see yourself from a new angle.