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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
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!
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem! I am always so impressed when I read beautiful poetry. I don't think I could do that! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThat's how poetry should be.
ReplyDeleteDreams are wisps--love how you've written about them. kaye—the road goes ever ever on
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem. I loved it. Great subject too.
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