Friday, December 18, 2015

Poem of the Day: “Army of Dreams” by Christopher Hivner

Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “Army of Dreams” by Christopher Hivner.  Mr. Hivner writes from a small town in Pennsylvania. He has recently been published in Liquid Imagination, Five, and Poetry Quarterly. His chapbook of poems, The Silence Brushes My Cheek Like Glass was published by Scars Publications and another, Adrift on a Cosmic Sea, was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press.  Visit him at:, or “friend” “Christopher Hivner - Author” on Facebook, or follow him on Twitter: @Your_screams.

Army of Dreams
Christopher Hivner
A treasury of bottles
containing my dreams
line the shelf
like forgotten soldiers,
weapons and pride
at the ready,
begging to be called
to battle.
The last time
I cleaned them off
the dust
choked my breathing.
With watery eyes
I peered in
at my aspirations,
the glass of the bottle
distorting the picture,
limning a vision
of chaos.
I cleaned each bottle
removing the dirt
until the glass
shone like jewels.
With a last
wistful glance
I put them back
on the shelf,
one after the other
in a straight line.
I saluted
my army of dreams
before closing
the cupboard door.
The last thing I saw
were the bottles
standing at ease
shaking their heads
at orders
that make no sense.

Poet’s Notes: I have my moments of taking charge and getting things done, but I have more of procrastination, over-thinking, and fear of failure. Of course the effect of this is that things I want to do, ideas I have, never come to fruition. The dreams never die; they slide to the back of my mind to re-emerge at strange times, such as while I’m at work trying to concentrate on some task and all I can think about is that plot idea I had for a novel a year ago that I never wrote. I was in one of these reveries when I wrote “Army of Dreams”.

Editor’s Note:  I enjoy the overriding metaphor here and the (sadly) universal theme.

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