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Post by foolishheart on Aug 3, 2008 12:29:14 GMT -5
I'm lying on my belly in a field of clover inhaling the fragrance of shamrocks and tasting the stems of clover. My dreams are better these days closer to the edges of reality.
I am standing in the breeze my skirt flying slightly about flashing eyes and whimsical dreams with a rose colored satin hatband. I am blown out to a place of dreams the wind, it carrys me.
From one heart to another envelope me. Take me inside and let me reside and there... there... shall I dream.
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Post by annbkeller on Aug 7, 2008 4:45:14 GMT -5
I like the opening of this poem. It's very visual.
Ann B. Keller
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Post by shelleya on Aug 15, 2008 15:26:47 GMT -5
A very good write. Whimsical. Good imagery, flow and tone. Lovely depth of feeling. Vivid descriptives. You paint a picture with your words that can be clearly seen. Good word choice, nice alliteration and assonance. Well penned and much enjoyed.
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Post by injustus4all on Oct 22, 2008 21:42:49 GMT -5
"there I shall dream" has not there moments just lets you speak
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