Unconscious

[Rain_Pixie]

Soft sound
Floating
Rivers of forgotten dreams
How...why am I remembering this?
These aren't my dreams...
Still heart
Unwavering eyes
What is this?
A book in my hands...
Black runes
Silver inscriptions
Elegant writing
A shadowed picture
A spark
Familiar!
Dust
Tired eyes
Where...
Unconscious

[frank]

Unconscious? And maybe more or less or even something else? This offering has a troubling quality to it that makes me think more along the lines of death than unconscious.

Any work that captures the imagination enough to be worthy of many readings, is declaring it's own value!

This one has that value, Rain_Pixie.

[Rain_Pixie]

Thank you very much for the comment frank. ^_^

I never really knew what I intended to write until it was finished, but I can see your point.

[frank]

Along those lines, and in the way of continuing this critique, a question?

Even though you may not have started with a definite statement in mind, when you have finished a work, do you go back, re-read it, and decide if you like it, don't like it, what it might mean, and like that?

[Jericho]

Very nice poem, pixie.