Wafting by
my dreams
Fly haphazard
in the breeze
Just beyond
reach.
Stealthily, I
stalk and pounce
Yet just between
my fingers
They fly
a circuitous course
Eluding me.
those I have
Caught and pinned
stare frozen
Trophies on my wall
the mystery
Elegance, beauty
gone.
here is, a melancholy tune. it seems blogger has much improved and can handle more types of poetry. so i will share some of my different formats and styles with you. hope you like it.
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2 comments:
wow. love this poem. and the formatting is crucial to it. I see what you mean.
Especially the line with "reach" in it.
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I like this one, too! I like the last two lines of how captured dreams seem to lose their shine.
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