Sunday, October 12, 2008

the dream maker

i saw the dream maker
short
stout
with wisps of white hair
escaping

his hair interested me the most

white
fluffy
cottony
escaping
his white night cap

he smiled
a toothy grin

i remember
bad teeth
rotting
reeking

i retched

he said
his hair made the dreams

he was lonely
i felt sad and repelled the same time

the dream maker
he visited me in my dream

he wanted friendship

i wanted his dreams
only

i woke up sweating...
nightmares
constant

2 comments:

Anamika said...

hmmmmm
i like the idea....i actually love it..there some very good parts like single words making up a whole line etc...and the idea about the dream maker with white hair...absolutely refreshing...but then there are these not so nice lines..."his hair interested me the most" it doesn read like a line from a poem at all, and so forced....
i think u mite have worked on this a little more....
but again...grt imagination...

The Mind Bedouin said...

:::dear vrinda:::

hmm.... will keep that in mind... dint bother changin the 'spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions" ... should hav reworked it i guess... glad u liked the idea tho... :) :)