Have you ever wanted to say something only to discover that someone else has said it better? That is what this page is partially about. Some of the poems here are things I've wanted to say, but didn't know how. Others are things that I never knew I wanted to say, but have touched me deeply. I take no credit for any of the poems here, as they are not mine. Authors are given full credit.

This first poem was sent to me in a response to my Myst Island Dream. It was written by Arrim, one of my good online friends. She is an excellent poet. Check out her homepage for more great poems. This poem has no title.

dreams in blue dresses
soft and transparent
the shape of the shift
the same as the
difference
in clouds
like funnels
we are captivated
but there are no shingles here,
nothing that can be damaged,
not by winds,
not by rains,
not by this.
Dreams.
Dreams take shape
we call them
beautiful young women
with long brown hair
flying
tossed by wind
ferocious wind
but beautiful
she walks away
she is a blue dream
tinged with silver
dreams in blue dresses

-Recieved 7/15/97

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