Dreamhopper by Borg De Nobel, used by permission, from http://borgeous.wordpress.com/
leaps too tall
for the snares i lay down
to trap it
in the morning
i will remember
and call it
I like this. Some dreams, like some rabbits, cannot be caught…..no matter how hard we try!
Thanks, Mary :)
oh nice…and who wants to trap the dreams anyway…smiles..skipping outside flesh and call it flying…i like
Thanks, Claudia. I wanted to play on the fact that this hopper has no feet to catch :)
skipping outside flesh and call it flying…ha…i like that much…the elusive dreams are sometimes the most important you know…..nice rhythm for one so short too…
thanks, Brian–appreciate the comment! Just trying to paint with few brushstrokes today.
Oh, I like that: skipping outside the flesh and calling it flying. Has such an imaginative and playful tone to it.
Thank you, George. That’s exactly how I saw that rabbit….a mischief-maker.
I love your take on this.
Oh, thanks so much. Wanted to go light…
“simply skipping outside of flesh and calling it flying”. Good line.
Thanks so very much!
That’s a scary rabbit! I think I’d skip outside myself to get away from that!
LOL, would you skip or run away screaming?
Its’ my dream, so I would drive away, full speed, in a 1970 455 GTO with “Led Zeppelin II” blasting out my 8 track.
That’s the way–flee in style ;)
Wow- I love this, Susan… great ending!
Thanks, Laurie! How I feel about dreams…
leaps too tall”–as in tall tales or white rabbits or Pookas named Harvey–something incredible in the dream cannot be caught! But let’s call it flying, an out-of-skin experience–sort of like this poem itself. Very fine.
Aw, Susan, thank you!
light and beauty-rich! simply skipping, outside flesh. fantastic.
Jane, thank you..you guys are turning me all shades of red today!
I like skipping outside flesh and flying too ~ Creative share ~
Thanks, Heaven. Me too–as often as I can :)
Short and vivid. Things to do whilst exploring away from one’s corporeal self… http://youtu.be/r_TbovyVOzs
AWESOME–will check that our after I am done writing this paper.
Perfect song for this poem.
A flying rabbit… and why not. Glad in way, that it can’t be caught :)
Clever response to the image and the words match the dream like qualities.
The dreams a rabbit brings as a wanton fleeing interlude
Yes. A dream a rabbit brings can’t stay in one place too long.
Lovely poem – wonderful – succinct, clever, but really more than clever. k.
I love this. It’s perfect.
Thanks, Mama :)
Trap the wonderful dream and love it forever! Pity most dreams are horrid. We just need to fly high and catch the good ones! Nice write Susan!
Thanks, Hank! I love my dreams–usually.
… and dreams can multiply like rabbits, if left in dream stage, and be trapped like cagged rabbits, only multiplying themselves. I enjoyed this. Thanks for the visit to my page.
Henry–my visit was delightful–loved your take on the prompt. Really like your comment, too–truth be told, I like your comment more than my poem ;)
I was going to use this piece but chose the bottles instead. Love what you came up with, really neat. Thanks
Oh my, thanks so much!
Simple, beautiful and compelling.
David, thanks very much.
trying to trap dreams? hard just to remember them. skipping outside flesh and call it flying remind me of leaving the body and the silver cord.
slowly it had to last
Yes–that’s it exactly, what I was suggesting ;)
Ah, I’m a flying-dream person, too. They can be rare, but I so love them. Great response to this painting!
Thank you, Julie–aren’t they the best?
I’m really liking how you ended this to
Oh, Ian–thank you. I do so like flying dreams.
I wish I had flying dreams I normally get falling dreams, Which wake me up real fast, Once I was doctor who thou battling darleks :)
Cool–now, that’s a dream!
I think all the comments say it. So light, and soft, and a floaty read (if that makes sense). Love it.
I does make sense–and thanking you so much for commenting!
Thanks, my dear!
flying dreams or jumping rabbits! I love this; simple and lovely :-)
Thanks, C. All I could think of while looking at those pictures was dreaming.
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