Dreams of Empathy
To envision a dream that is more than it seems
is to dream of day when the dark fades away
as a glimmer of light on wings taking flight
with feather so fine it floats up the vine
caressing the leaves until people sneeze
releasing their ills letting go of their thrills
embracing the pain as we all share our shame.
To dream of a hope that doesn’t blow smoke
which caresses the dawn and moves on and on
as thoughts turn to sparks opening hearts
until they break thin with focus turned in
balancing our need with blind empathy.
To hope is to believe sight is more than it sees
colours not blue, not red green in hue
not visions in white, brought back to light
nor grey as the day they all walked away
when fright turned to fight turned to flight to unite
souls intertwined as our love redefined
what we know is true on the day we met you
we found sympathy pouring our tea
pouring our dreams drinking in empathy.
Today’s prompt is inspired by a speech given 50 years ago today delivered by Martin Luther King, Jr.
For today’s prompt, write a vision poem. Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream. I’m sure most poets have a vision of how to make the world a better place. Write that poem today. Can be serious or not so much. – Robert Lee Brewer
Our Lost Jungle
Today’s task is to write a “le stein” poem: a poem written in the style of Gertrude Stein. What exactly is the style of Gertrude Stein? Here are a few “Steinian” poetic cues:
- Highly experimental
- Word associations, while avoiding words with “too much association”
- Very much in the present (tense and otherwise)
- Repetition as a form of discovery
– Our Lost Jungle Poetry Challenge
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6 thoughts on “dreams of empathy – a poem”
Great work, Heather. Love this.
I particularly like “hope that doesn’t blow smoke” – that’s a brilliant phrase. Well done. 🙂
Thanks Misky. I had fun writing this. Though I think it became more stream of consciousness than le stein.
“”Not grey as the day they all walked away” just one of the many lines I love. The colours come to life.