Sandra Feldman

Dreams - Poem by Sandra Feldman

Dreams are but Illusions,
Things that cannot be,
Like the foam they vanish,
Magically, at Sea

Things that cannot be,
Things that cannot be,
Why do we still want them?
Why do you ask me?
I don't have the answer,
No one is a World,
All I know is sometimes,
Life is so absurd.

Comments about Dreams by Sandra Feldman

  • Frank Davis, Sr. (6/30/2015 9:31:00 AM)

    Thoughtful, well-expressed and most entertaining!
    When the subconscious self-communicates (or perhaps, communicates with the unconscious) those coded messages- dreams- do not make sense to the logical mind. Still, I believe dreams make vital adjustments to the entire personality. (That, and a nickel, will get you absolutely nothing, these days!)
    Always enjoy reading your high-level, eclectic poetry, Sandra! (Report) Reply

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  • Shaun Foster Shaun Foster (4/5/2013 4:58:00 PM)

    I love this well expressed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 3, 2012

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