The Morse Code Of Eternal Dreams Comments

And still we dream of darkness only to reach for the light we sometimes miss.A ten from me and a very complicated presentation...a psychological thriller..

a remarkable and unique write..spectacularly done! outstanding!

Their scratching, the patter of rain, your heartbeat, my Morse code… fuse into a twisted, endless rhythm I turn the rosary of breath an excuse to caress the taut unbroken thread of your existence a reason perhaps to indulge in moment long orgiastic absence to become an intern an apprentice in Lord's garage of conception [Thanks for inspiring it]

Shades of 'Premature Burial'...wonderfully complex poem...reality, metaphor, fantasy...the reader is left in the dark to his own thoughts...great job...Coach

Absolutely superb poem Christine! ! ! One wonders...is this a flashback and this person is actually safe at the moment...or is this reality and she is dreaming of much more pleasant circumstances. Being buried alive, or held captive in a tomb of dirt, must surely be one of the scariest scenarios a person could fathom! You have done an excellent job of describing this to the reader. Hugs, Dee