Tuesday, July 01, 2008

My Dreams

The Tree of Crows by Casper David Friedrich


My Dreams

My dreams
soar high like crows
flee angry gnarled branches
twisted and torn by restless winds
of truth.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

5 comments:

  1. it stands alone--no picture needed

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  2. A gnarly, old, tree representing life and other obstacles to achieving dreams....perfect!
    Jo, you're efficiency with words impresses me every time.

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  3. Definitely stuff that dreams are made of! Nice one Jo!

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  4. Dreams are like that, aren't they? Just when you think that one might actually start to work, it morphs into something that can't be recognized. Great job, Jo...

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  5. You have a great touch with these image poems. And a nice place to visit.

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