| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/21/03 at 02:04 PM Enchanting and haunting! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/21/03 at 05:37 PM Ditto on Quentin's comment, but I would add the word surreal. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/22/03 at 01:20 PM Funny how we do that huh...go along with illusions, experience them as the real thing...only because we want them to be. great read hon :) |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/24/03 at 10:10 PM Stunning imagery. To see the ways words effect people in such interesting and unique ways. Thanks for sharing! |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 11/25/03 at 02:14 AM One knows one was in dream when out of it. Into yet another dream inside the dream? Or is it the butterfly dreaimg I am the man? Well, in between one have this glimpse of what is. Even if its illusion. Knowing is so intricate. And seeing? |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/30/03 at 05:43 PM Your poem is a bit of sunshine on a rainy day...Charlie |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/01/03 at 12:24 AM A reverie redolent with irony. A draught of pleasure :) |
