Dreams from a Pilgrimage

On By dorahakIn Poems
photo prompt © Fleur Lind

word count: 100
genre: poetry

Dreams from a Pilgrimage

It’s just this way, she agonized, and
I won’t end where I’ve begun.
It’s the dream I’m waking up to.

I wonder, he antagonized, what if
today becomes your cannibal past tomorrow,
feeding on today’s life, keeping itself alive,
demanding its pound of flesh?

She knew his aim.
It was to lead her in circles,
to origins, not beginnings.

But each cross-road meant progress,
a royal one, or common as a pilgrim
on a well-worn track, peculiar as a dream

singular as a vision, a glaring blaze
of glory, immense as a grain of sand
sparkling in the New Jerusalem.

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84 thoughts on “Dreams from a Pilgrimage”

  9. This is so good with how it is descriptive: “what if
    today becomes your cannibal past tomorrow,
    feeding on today’s life, keeping itself alive,
    demanding its pound of flesh?”
    The cannibalistic nature of feeding the flesh described, the temporal description of the present in light of future flashback, all golden insight of temptation in perspective

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  10. sanaarizvi

    Gorgeous, gorgeous writing here! There is so much to contemplate in your words! I especially like; “But each cross-road meant progress.” Yes absolutely ❤️❤️❤️

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  18. I am reading your poem Dora, listening to soft ambient music; as luck would have it, the title of the piece playing is Seventh Heaven.
    This poem has a soft voice, charged with hidden treasures; not given at first request…they require the path to be walked.
    A pilgrim the reader must become in well-torn tracks for the dream to be revealed…
    👏🙏🏼

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  19. Goodness me, Dora! It only took me half an hour to get to the bottom of the comments, ha ha!

    I love this whole poem. Each stanza is standalone powerful. These two especially:

    “She knew his aim.
    It was to lead her in circles,
    to origins, not beginnings.

    But each cross-road meant progress,
    a royal one, or common as a pilgrim
    on a well-worn track, peculiar as a dream”

    Inspiring and gives me the feeling of being on the brink of something wonderful about to happen 🙂

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  23. In England’s green and pleasant land, perhaps? Gosh, I would have sworn I had commented on this when you first posted it, but clearly I didn’t. Forgive an old bat, some days I don’t know whether to scratch my watch or wind my butt!

    –Shay

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    1. Indeed. Fatalism is often escapism. There is a moment when we ourselves make the choice to thrown in the towel or not. That too is a choice. So appreciate your comments., Denise. Thanks for reading.

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