upon the hearth of mice and men
a lonely prophet stirs his stew
adds brittle love and uncooked hope
a pinch of woe, enough for two
and in his dreams he stirs the world
lives hundred lives, yet touches few
for when he stirs, he stirs alone
his hearth his guilt, regret his stew.
… written for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. Grab your poem and come join the fun! Happy Anniversary, dVerse!
54 thoughts on “Dreamer”
I love this! Very tight.
thank you kindly, Mama Zen
The prophet needs to add a little optimism to his stew and pass it around–good rhythm and rhyme.
he does need it, doesn’t he… maybe he should have another look at his spice rack… thanks for the visit! 🙂
Deep, meaningful, dark, but had hope there also..
Beautiful I thought..
I hope you are keeping wlel Miriam.
Sorry I have not visited in a while..
Things have been tough/rough.
thanks, Shawn. I’m good… just busy as well. keep your chin up!
Doing my best Miriam x
beautifully sad. Love the rhythm and tone.
thank you, LaTonya 🙂
Your prophet had no profit. Bitterness is a difficult stew to drink.
definitely. thanks for the visit! 🙂