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a dream killed me (POEM)

a dream killed me
frame by frame

echoes bound me
name by name

kismet warned me
claim by claim

this love scorched me
flame by flame

though you killed me
I’m to blame.


EXPLANATION.

Hold your horses, my dear readers. I promise that I am not brokenhearted or pining after a chico (for those of you who don’t know, chico is “boy” in Spanish, and I say it way too much when referring to males). Nope, I’m quite happy, and this poem was borne out of a humid midnight at home.

Though I am an emotional soul, I challenged myself to write this poem despite the fact that I have no idea where it came from or what it is really about. When I read it for the first time, it sounded like a bad break-up song. While this poem can be analyzed through that lens, I think there a billion other things that can relate to that killer dream. For me personally it could refer to my writing career. I went to school in order to pursue a creative writing degree that did not fulfill me, and I am the only one who holds the blame in that regard.

But I don’t think it’s about writing, and I’m quite certain it is not about a chico. Therefore, this poem can be left to your interpretation. And I really want to know what you think, and… Maybe there is something here for you too. Maybe you have a dream that has killed you, and you know that you’re the only person to blame.

Anyway, I thought this beautiful May day would be perfect for a little snap of poetry. As always thank you so much for reading!

Until next time,

-K.

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A sunset drive through nowhere (Goodland, Kansas // April 2019)
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17 thoughts on “a dream killed me (POEM)”

  1. I felt it like this:

    a dream killed me
    frame by frame
    – something long ago that I wanted to achieve but never had, and now it’s just not possible anymore and I have to deal with realization that it will never be.

    echoes bound me
    name by name
    – people, experiences, blasts from the past are shaping my present being and though I know I’m under influence of these things, I can’t do anything but let them shape me… sometimes into something better, sometimes into worse.

    kismet warned me
    claim by claim
    – if you listen to your heart, you cherish yourself and you stay true to yourself, you will land where you’re supposed to be. Even if the outer circumstances are hard and unfriendly, because sometimes we’re not meant to get into the light – sometimes >>we’re<< meant to be the light.
    "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."

    this love scorched me
    flame by flame
    – every love ends with suffering. But nevertheless, because of everything in between it is worthy.

    though you killed me
    I'm to blame
    -it's like what Gandhi (I think?) once said: "Nobody can hurt me without my permission"

    Thank you for beautiful poem πŸ™‚

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    1. Wow!!! I love your analysis so much. You are so right in these observations. Thank you so much for reading and taking time to tell me how you understood this poem. It means the world to me πŸ’œπŸ’•πŸŒΈπŸŒ·πŸ’πŸŒΈ

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