Dreams, or: Stanzas

An emoji ‘free verse’

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In a moment, 
๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ it would be 
over again and he'd 
๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ have to start over in the next... no, not this time. 
Grunting, ๐Ÿค hand over hand, he scaled the 
๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ uneven face of ๐Ÿค the dream cliff,  
fingers ๐Ÿค aching with the weight of his body 
๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ as the first rays ๐ŸŒ„ of sunlight...
oh no โœ‹ no... 
no...  ...
... ๐Ÿ–๏ธ

๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ

๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ
๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฆ
๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ
Far below the water's surface
he swam effortlessly, breathing
through the dream gills on 
the sides of his neck...
๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ’จ here we 
go again... 
kicking ๐Ÿฆต with
his powerful ๐Ÿฆต legs,
frog style, ๐Ÿฆต he propelled
himself towards ๐Ÿฆต the
mouth of ๐Ÿฆต the cave
ahead. Maybe... ๐Ÿฆต
this time ๐Ÿฆต ... 
There!
Wait... 
What was
that ๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ dark...
no... please!
not... ๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ
๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ
๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ

๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ

        ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿ’ฅ 
     He landed ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š
  ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿฆถ ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š 
๐Ÿ“š barefoot ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š
๐Ÿ“š and ๐Ÿ“š tiptoed over ๐Ÿฆถ ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š
the ๐Ÿฆถ ๐Ÿ“š enormous ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š
๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š bookstacks, ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ looking 
carefully for ๐Ÿ“š the... ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿฆถ ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š
wait... ๐Ÿ“š was that it? ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š yes!
๐Ÿ“š finally! he saw it lying ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธ behind 
some ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š bookstacks; ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š
๐Ÿ“š quickly - before this new dream
ended, he made a grab ๐Ÿคœ for the
๐Ÿ“š Pen โœ’๏ธ of Poetry... ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š
๐Ÿ“š he'd done it! โœ’๏ธ ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š
๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š finally... โœ’๏ธ his poems โœ
๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿ“š would truly be his own! ๐Ÿ““ 

d’Verse Open Link Night

For today’s Open Link Night at d’Verse, I’d like to share one of the more experimental poems that I’ve attempted, which I first published back in January of this year.

I think a lot about what is/n’t poetry; and in this piece I was exploring the idea that emojis are essentially modern day hieroglyphics. In many ways, they’re used like letters and even convey certain kinds of information that individual letters do not.

Of course, I understand that this is not everybody’s cup of tea; and some may even consider this a bastardization of poetry. That’s okay – I totally get it.

Still, for me, this was a lot of fun to write ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

70 thoughts on “Dreams, or: Stanzas”

  1. I can’t wipe this silly grin off my face upon reading this! Such a fun piece, both in terms of message and execution. I can only imagine how much you were smiling while penning this delightful poem! ๐Ÿ™‚

          1. I didn’t phrase it correctly Silly me should have said the first two. I think each would form a different tale. Stanza 3 is someone’s happy ending. All those books to climb.

  2. David, this has the look of an erasure poem, but instead the emojis act as props in the structure. I can see where you would have had fun putting it together.

  3. I was fascinated with your experiment. Your expanse of parameters and derring-do transported me to an alien landscape still vaguely familiar. Often at d’Verse a “new/old” classic poetic form will turn me off, tense me up–but I plunge in regardless, looking for a kernel of insight, a technique I’m attracted to. Change is never easy for me, but some part of my mind is open to the possibility of it.

      1. ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘ŒActually, I’m sure it’s an IR photo … I was just trying to find out if you’re a fan of IR photography. It’s a beautiful picture

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