Poem: Dream Ash



the world

hasn’t stopped

quite yet.

By day I work

in dreams I toil

returning life

back to the soil

fertile in my mind.


The seeds I planted

long ago

spring from the earth

sinuous and slow

creeping up from dirt

and bones

of hopes long gone

and burned to ash

of ideas I’d long thought

thrown to trash.




the world is always turning

and yet

for me it slows

to give me a breath

to give me a chance

to live again.


Standing on bones

that I lay to rest

Ashen but beneath burning bright

the dreams in my head

roiling and hot


begin to ignite.



©2018 Sam Oliver (Eris)
Thought I’d try my hand at poetry again. I think this turned out okay.

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