These Dreams Poem by Rani Turton

These Dreams

Rating: 5.0


You weaved dreams with your skilfull hands
With silky gossamer thread
They shone in the sunlight
Rippled with the breeze
Sang softly at twilight
Those dreams and words and all that you said.

A wild winter breeze came and blew them away
They lie in the wet mud forlorn;
Those are the dreams of sometime, someday
But they might never have been born;
They took root in me and then grew and grew
These dreams I hope, will ultimately come true.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abha Sharma 25 March 2008

dreams are defined variously by various people...... your way of weaving is so beautiful...skillful hands.... silky gassamer imagery...nice imagery....feels good while reading.

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I love the way this poem talks about dreams being blown away. And from those shattered forms, came new dreams. It's a powerful idea and image.

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Dr.subhendu Kar 22 February 2008

as when dream is the galloping horse within that leads us where we move, wellpenned,1o+, thanks for sharing

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Broken Peaces 19 February 2008

That was a beautiful piece of writting Rani, dreams are born of reality, now hwere have you heared that before 10 your friend Chris

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