Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Dreams Of A Child

behind a child's dreams
shadows tread oh so softly
darkness slowly blooms

a mind fresh no fear
swiftly grows within a void
innocence is lost


Jenn @ Youknow...that Blog? said...

Ohh, darkness... I can feel the turmoil in there. Nicely written!

Glad to have you on board with us!

Jim said...

Hi Melanie, it's been a while. It sure is nice to see you writing the haiku circuit. :)

I like your this 'has to happen' set. Do you remember ... Of course, we all do!
I have an OSI for this week but it is in hiding now that Mr. Linky went away. I may make rounds there tomorrow night.

Ria said...

That soo describes growing up.

Jingle said...

well put.
every child has beautiful dreams, reality hits ...

Nadege said...

this poem is psychological vivid.

Jingle said...

three awards,

if possible,
help visit 4 friends on top list, never mind if uninterested, I don't intend to press ... ;)
many thanks..

SandyCarlson said...

It goes like that, doesn't it? It seems darkness hunts innocence. A cruel game.

Mary said...

A strong poem. Says so much in few words!

Welcome to Poets United.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

I have been ill of late. I thank you all for reading my poem and for your wonderful comments.