Idle dreams and idle schemes
Drifting up on warm air streams
Breezes stirred by spinning blades
Gathering dreams reduced to shades
[Im]material spun like wool
Attracted like a Tudor fool
Entangled then congealed
My dreams are clouds that are unreal
crispina kemp 
What a very poignant poem 👍
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Thank you. It started with a thought and a phrase. Gathering dreams as if they’re yarn
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You’re most welcome ☺️ That’s really so creative, I can imagine picking up dreams like yarn.
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I often use spinning yarn imagery. Cos spinning a yarn can also mean telling a tale
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Indeed 👍☺️
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I love how this depicts how fleeting thoughts get tangled up and turn into nothingness 💖
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Thank you. It evolved as I was writing it. At base was “windmills of the mind”
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Yes that’s s great song 🎶 🙌
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Yea. It all ties in
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Very nice poem
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Thank you, Wolfgang
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My pleasure
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💖
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Gorgeous, Crisp! I chose the same pic with that song in mind and a very different take. Yours is stunning! 🤩
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Great minds, hey. Even if we then went different ways
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Crispina, this is a very touching poem.
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Thank you, Sadje. So many nice comments on this poem, I feel truly honoured
🙏❣️
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You’re most welcome
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🙏💖
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An excellent poem, Crispina!
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Thank you, Chris
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Beautiful poem Crispina.❤️
Here’s my entry to the challenge.
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