A Fever Racing a Dream
Change is the only thing we own
You do not leave your childhood home
It leaves you with a tomb
In a garden of stone.
We are fevers racing dreams
Seeking to stop a flowing stream
Even as we step into it, momentarily causing a drain
Yet we still leave change alone.
A mandatory, repeating stillness
Masquerading as sameness
We are blameless and earnest
But we are not formless
We are begrudgingly conformist.
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The title of this poem is great and I really like the word choice in the last stanza. The final line pulls it all together well.
I dig the concept of being a tomb in a garden of stone. Sort of like being double frozen. Great title.
Love the title and the richness of deep thoughts! Thanks for sharing!
Josey – Thanks for being the first to post and starting our June journey this year off to a great start! The first line rings so true! Enjoyed this and hope to read more of your work.