|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 :)