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Esther SP. Buhrman

"Almost Real (poem)" by Esther SP. Buhrman

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A reflection of insecurity and dreams.
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ALMOST REAL
 

You
The last weary wanderer surrenders to sleep,
A Grecian goddess encased in death-like slumber.
In midnight's regal cloak you sigh
The swallowing black waters are but sustenance for your ravenous imagination.
I know your recurring nightmare of burning red eyes
Scalding your soul
Your heart
Eternally staring in a face united with the night.
I feel the night
A woolen cloak lending me wings to fly with.
Underneath that faint electric silence there's the hum of a wistful
Fragile melody.
I passionately dance
Spinning and falling back in night's arms.
An ardent heart beats within me as I soar to the night's face
A never ending ocean of sky with its misty cloud boats
Drifting in tranquil seas of ebony.
I touch the pulsing electric stars
Make a wish and throw one.
Maybe someone will see a shooting star?
The night's milky white eye gazes at me unblinking
In your sanctuary
You still sleep
I kneel at your side
You seem so unreal to me.
What is it like to feel pain?
To laugh,
To cry,
To love?
To your closed eyes and soft lips,
The curve of your cheek and the satin of your hair,
I tenderly bestow the liquid moonlight.
I pretend I can feel your breath upon my face
Feel the smoothness of your skin
Always pretending your tremulous lips whisper to me.
How alone I am with a companion that only hums and speaks of beauty.
In the day I am only a shadow that lies beneath you.
I am crushed,
Fading,
Dying.
I am everything
I am nothing.
If I sing you a song,
Will you hear me?
My mouth opens and a song floods forth,
A beautiful voice from ages past.
A voice you gave to me.
I smile as only I can
Watching your belief in me
Seeping through your eyes
Running down your cheeks in effortless streams of silver.
I hold out my hand
Catch your tears
I can feel their wetness, warmth and pain.
Here
In the palm of my hand are all your hopes and wishes.
I close my hand tightly
Open it to reveal a handful of diamond tears,
Shining and sparkling,
That's how precious they are to me.
I bow my head and kiss them.
If you really believe in me,
I will be free.
Just like I am your dreams,
You are mine
And I'll wear your tears and pretend I can cry too.


 
 







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10 Nov 200045 Harpreet K. Dhandal
Oh, the irony of it all. The ines that caught me were I am everything I am nothing. Exquisitely written, down to the very last detail.
17 Dec 2000:-) JM Collins
~Sits there for a moment trying to figure out what to say~ Well I understand the sentiment... It's amazing the way it's done... I wish I could write poetry. Verses of this will be flittering through my head all day. Thanks alot. ~Grins~ And I'm sorry I can't say much, but I'm speechless truly... This is definitely a favorite poem of mine.
30 Dec 2000:-) Norma Peters
I think that this one is my favorite of your poems. ^_^ I am in absolute awe of the imagery you conjure up, and the exquisite way you've expressed yourself.
26 Jan 2001:-) Luc Greven
*Cries... just bawls his eyes out* Stop being sooooo much better than me! Everywhere I look I see talent... talent here, talent there... and lil ol' hack me. BAH! =)You already know the response to this, Lucas...you ultra modest one, you!
2 Apr 2001:-) John (Hui) Li
Oddly, if the introduction didn't mention dreams, I would have interpreted it as something else... my dreams feel pain, etc. 2
16 Apr 200145 R.K. Vegh ~~ Trulance
I had to see all of the comments on this before I left my piece, and Pedro spoke most closely to what I have to say. Yes, this poem is beautiful. I cannot even be jealous, because it is a feeling more than words, more than writing. But if anything in the library I have come across should be recommended, I think that this should be. I cannot even say much about 'Almost Real' itself. It means more than any insignificant comment I could make. If you were ever proud of anything you wrote, let it be this. I am proud for you. I'm quite proud of this too. I sent this poem in with 'Peter Pan' to be published, but they chose 'Peter Pan' over it. Well, at least some people like it 2
2 May 2001:-) James K Bowers
I give up... I've read this poem a dozen times over the past few months and still I find myself searching for a string of superlatives glowing enough to describe it...The fact that you have read this poem more than once is enough comment for me, James. Can't thank you enough for your support and encouragement 2
28 Aug 200145 Camille Yabut
*stares speechless, then scrolls up to read it again* Wish I could write like that...it's so sad. It gives me goosebumps. *bookmarks the page quickly*
15 Sep 200245 Gabriella Jönsson
It's a beauteous poem, verging on the epic. You manage to keep up the same speed all through this long poem, which is impressing. I feel your imagery falters a little at the end, becomes a bit cliché, which is a shame since the rest of the poem is so flowing and growing and heartfelt... My favourite line is this one: "How alone I am with a companion that only hums and speaks of beauty." So Sappho-like somehow, evasive and persistent at the same time.
2 Jul 200345 Kaeirdwyn <kaeirdwyn1971@hot...co
The first word that came out of my mouth was "wow" and I felt the complete and utter inadequateness of that word.
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'Almost Real (poem)':
 • Created by: :-) Esther SP. Buhrman
 • Copyright: ©Esther SP. Buhrman. All rights reserved!

 • Keywords: Dreams, Insecurity
 • Categories: Magic and Sorcery, Spells, etc.
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