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Dreams…
Disappearing like quick-silver
Just out of reach
Sleeping, waking, always escaping
As quick as a wink, before you can blink
Fluid, flowing into the ether
Nothing to hold, were I so bold as to try
Just an impression, an inkling, a notion
But oh for a potion to clasp it, to grasp it
Before it dissolves in the mists of time
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©Denise G Allen, 06 September 2013 08:29
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
06/09/2013 at 9:56 am
This is very well executed, in my humble opinion.
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09/09/2013 at 5:50 am
Thank you for your visit and comment. Hope to see you again. 🙂
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07/09/2013 at 8:16 am
I love it… and who gave you one star should be shot…
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09/09/2013 at 5:52 am
Thanks, Bulldog. I still haven’t worked out their star system. I think people give stars, but the count is for the number of people and not the number of stars! In any case it is very confusticating.
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07/09/2013 at 7:38 pm
Brilliant as usual, adee! 5 stars!
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09/09/2013 at 5:53 am
Thank you so much, Hope. 😉
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08/09/2013 at 10:44 pm
Super. Just one suggestion: first line, ‘A dream’ to match the singular which follows.
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09/09/2013 at 5:49 am
Ha, you are right, Col. There is a mix of singular and plural there. I think I would prefer the first line to be, perhaps, ‘Dreaming…’?
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09/09/2013 at 10:57 am
Lovely allusion and clever word choices make this a superb piece. Well done.
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09/09/2013 at 7:47 pm
Thanks for such a super comment, Mike. 🙂
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10/09/2013 at 10:50 pm
Your poem captures 🙂 the elusive essence of dreams so well, Adee.
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11/09/2013 at 8:49 am
Thank you, Bb. I tried… 🙂
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10/09/2013 at 11:47 pm
Perhaps though there is wisdom too in happily letting go.
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11/09/2013 at 8:53 am
You could be right, Ben. It all depends…
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11/09/2013 at 10:08 am
So we need to stay alert, I suppose. 🙂
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