Thursday, July 26, 2012


Dreams are wisps of memory and time
They come unexpectedly and I wonder why
I can’t remember more.
I hear echoes of life past,  
I see shadows of reverie and sorrow
I reach out and touch nothing
Embracing everything as real
I fly, I fall, I shriek, I laugh
I promise I will recall when I wake
But dreams are wisps and I wonder why
I can’t remember more.

This week I thought I would try poetry again so I chose prompt #5
                                       Write a post or poem inspired by the word: dreams.


  1. That was just plain beautiful. I wonder if we did remember all of our dreams, what we would think? All that flying and falling can't be good for the anxious people!

  2. What a great poem! I am always so impressed when I read beautiful poetry. I don't think I could do that! Thanks for sharing!

  3. That's how poetry should be.

  4. Dreams are wisps--love how you've written about them. kaye—the road goes ever ever on

  5. Excellent poem. I loved it. Great subject too.