Swinging moods

25 May


The house has been white-washed clean
The knick- knacks all so neatly placed
Floors polished bright and stains erased
Not a speck of dust to be seen.

Only I know where the musty cellars are
Where cobwebs hang in listless loops
Where broken door frames make you stoop
Where hope ferments and dreams turn sour.


When nobody is watching
I take them out
Tiny gems that catch the rays
And dazzle with their brilliance

They’ve been mine
For a long, long time
I’ve never let them go.
For if I do, I’d lose myself
Don’t dreams define us, in a sense?


Posted by on May 25, 2011 in Poetry


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7 responses to “Swinging moods

  1. P C JAIN

    May 26, 2011 at 8:26

    So True understanding of life

  2. Jean Ann Scholefield

    May 25, 2011 at 8:26

    If not for a dream, almost 20 years past, i would not be reading the soul of a woman’s perceptive words that meets mine in beauty, grace and Spirit Undiminished in love! Blessings, May we meet on the dreamplain together to share energy, light! & yet more love 🙂

    • dreamingthruthetwilight

      May 26, 2011 at 8:26

      Thank you Jeannie. It’s amazing how the internet has thrown up chances for communication and one meets so many people with whom we share the same wavelengths of thoughts and feelings. So glad to know you.:-)

  3. ALIVE aLwaYs

    May 25, 2011 at 8:26

    Dreams are speculations of our unconscious mind, identifying the possibilities, some times tragic and sometimes gracious, but whatever they may be, stem from our head, they are ours.

    • dreamingthruthetwilight

      May 26, 2011 at 8:26

      Yes indeed, they are ours. Something that no one and no circumstances can snatch away:-)

  4. dreamingthruthetwilight

    May 25, 2011 at 8:26

    Thank you. How different can human emotions be. Under our skins, we’re all the same, right?


    May 25, 2011 at 8:26

    Yes ,absolutely . They define us totally for where else can we be our own self or even an emperor if not in our dreams.
    The cobwebs hanging in listless loops, broken door frames and hopes fermenting– I too have these hidden treasures ,which will never see the sunlight. Love this poem- makes me introspective and I savour my own secret diamonds again.


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