what could be

what could be
flows through what would be
as our dreams
remind us
we’re not always meant to see
all we think should be

My shadorma, inspired by Eliot’s CLEAR-CUT at Along the Interstice, left there as a comment in a slightly different form.

the hush of departure

the hush of departure

the hush of departure

out of reach, the clouds
wisps about their feet, so softly

they tread, or take flight
on broad wings, passing

before us, distant, yet vivid,
long gone, yet always

in our thoughts, gracing
our dreams with fond memories

Less darkness this time, in my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Four (each day a new Yeats quote).

“…till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.” W.B. Yeats

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fading dreams

fading dreams

was a time when dreams
meant potential
meant hope
held
a promise
of future plans
and a brighter tomorrow

but years grow shorter
potential fades
even hope
dims
and dreams
are more about
what might have been

Neha, at forgottenmeadows has started a new poetic collaboration – When Dreams Fade Away.
This is my entry.