Almost

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In the midst of a dream

Upon waking

I fumble for a pen

to write my dream

into being

As I write the sun responds

Climbing over the horizon

it rises

bursting light hovers

o’er the diamond waters

while I struggle to

hold on to this dream

to keep it alive

It begins to fade

More and more

Until

It is gone

Never to be duplicated

Never to be experienced again

Never remembered.

 

 

Jeannie’s poem read aloud at Poetry the night before:

“Having a dream; woke up; grabbed a pencil and began writing to write out the poem; as the dawn came the words faded in her mind;the dream and poem are gone forever.”