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Illusions I

by Maureen Glaude

I dreamt
one of your poems
swirled past
in the currents of the summer storm overflow
unread
beyond retrieve

but when I ran and reached
to seize it in time
saw
it
was

only a reflection

from a
sun
burst


I heard words
true to your pattern
whispering in willow waves
but the wind
disguised the language
and the bending boughs
forgot your flavour






03/21/2000

Posted on 11/20/2003
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude

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 :)

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