Lincoln Dreams

For Robert

Orchiolum
LINCOLN DREAMS

As the muskets rust in dampness,
as each, we turn away,
I embrace the bitter peace.

Drifting slowly into sleep and dream,
I am submerged beneath
the weary calm.

Published by Orchiolum

Progressive, tree hugging, Earth loving, free thinking poet. When I see the Royals I am reminded of a world in need.  View profile

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  • Richard Contreras3/27/2012

    makes me feel somnolent, yet restless; there was an old idea along those faded memories, somewhat awaken...duration is the seed of existence...i feel somber upon those alterations of sleeplessness...your words, tired, drained...

  • Monique Finley3/27/2008

    I had to stop by and read this again. There's just something about the phrases "bitter peace" and "weary calm." I feel that way some times.

  • Monique Finley1/28/2008

    i really enjoyed this poem too! Keep it up!!

  • Instructional Gourmet Classical Cooking1/18/2008

    As history buff thanks for letting me dream and reminese again

  • Shanelle Diaz11/4/2007

    Wonderfully written images!

  • eiffelvu9/15/2007

    you have a rare talent...;)

  • Nichole Beard6/20/2007

    I really like your poems!

  • Summer Banks6/3/2007

    Poetry is a gift you certainly have the pleasure of exhibiting!

  • Orchiolum4/14/2007

    QE: Thank you, as I do yours.

  • Question Everything4/14/2007

    Another great piece. I love your work.

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