The Promenade of Vibrant Dreams
The darkness spreads, across the sky,
The cold winds sweeping north.
The city swims, in urban lights,
Inside the sheets is warmth.
Although it's soft inside his bed,
His heart pumps blood though's hollow.
The Artist since, no longer wed,
He always sleeps with sorrow.
His hair is tossed across pillows,
His blanket whipped about,
His dreams speed past, like Broadway shows,
At eighty miles an hour.
The End
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Ok... This idea is for an experimental poem...
My idea is that anyone who wants to can contribute a stanza per "chapter." The only real rule being to try and see if you can stick to the rhythm and rhyme scheme. The rhymes themselves can be quite loose like I used "about" and "hour." (This is probably strictly not rhyme but the important effect is still there.)
The subject matter is dreams so you could basically talk about whatever you wanted. Though if you want ideas for especially significant moments and images for dreams- the dreamer is an artist by proffession in the day and is distressed at the moment because he has been divorced by his wife.
Maybe I'll start with a few stanzas to kick it off. 4 PARTICIPANTS IN THIS POEM
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