My mind chases after it,
but the dream disappears —
a vortex of splinters and dust,
wild strawberries, forget me nots,
a field of lavender we passed,
raindrops, or was it tears,
on a window, echoes of words
I wouldn’t say, and you.
Always you.
– Sarah Russell
Sarah Russell Poetry 
MAN. This is as dreamlike as it gets, Sarah, all those blurred images coming together. So beautiful, splintered but somehow still so soft.
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Thanks, De. Great prompt!
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Love this… though there is a bit of sadness and longing for something in the past… lovely Quadrille.
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Thanks, Bjorn!
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Just love that vortex .. what a stunning mix to grab the senses. And the ending, so powerful and poignant.
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Thank you, Paul. High praise!
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“Always you”…so sad. Those splintered dreams yet, somehow gentle.
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Thanks, Toni. Mixed emotions even show up in dreams sometimes.
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Yes they do.
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Very romantic, Sarah, especially the last four lines.
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Thank you, Kim. It sort of wrote itself.
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Full of romance and longing. Beautifully written!
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Aw thanks, Bev.
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Your words are pure dream – brilliantly done!
Anna :o]
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Thank you, Anna!
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‘echoes of words I wouldn’t say’ is such a wonderful line from a dream full of symbolism.
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Thanks a lot, Xenia.
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I like the idea of the mind chasing after dreams which keeps one progressing through them.
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Dreams always feel like the more I reach for them the more elusive they become and only fragments stick around. Thanks for stopping by.
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I specially admire: a vortex of splinters and dust,
wild strawberries, forget me nots,
a field of lavender we passed,
Beautiful Sarah !!
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Thank you, Grace. It always seems like a vortex takes my dreams.
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Wow! Beautiful, Sarah 🙂
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Hey thanks, Ryan.
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Gorgeous, Sarah! You capture the unreality of a dream, by splintered memories.
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Thank you, Sara.
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It is odd how fast dreams pass away; mine pass the moment I wake up. Hope yours end up real, (the good ones).
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They’re mostly good, thanks Walter.
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The images do create such a dreamlike atmosphere and isn’t it a bit sad that those special dreams “splinter” when we wake up, but the feeling hangs on all day.
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Yes! Sometimes they haunt me for hours — a dis-ease that I want to remember, but can’t. Great observation, Victoria.
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Oh my. I am in love with this piece. ❤
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Thanks so much, Maria.
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“raindrops, or was it tears, / on a window, echoes of words” Among all the touching images these I think will stay with me. So beautifully put.
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Thanks you, Sumana.
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‘echoes of words I wouldn’t say’ so poignant—this line goes deep.
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Thanks, Jane. Have to admit I played with that line — couldn’t, didn’t, wouldn’t, mustn’t… Finally came down to wouldn’t in the end.
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Nuances but important ones.
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A wonderful poem! Tears or rain, it is you.
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Yes, it’s true, Annell. Thanks!
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This is a beautiful poem. I especially love the last 4 lines. Wonderful work; thanks for sharing.
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Thanks so much, Crystal. Medical doc or PhD? Mine’s in Communication Theory.
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I love the description of the vortex.
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Thank you, Jenna. It always feels like the dream is in a vortex when it vanishes.
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Sometimes dreams are like that, right? Splinters .. and I try to remember .. pieces come to mind throughout the day …yes! And for me, there is always the love of my life next to me. I love this post!
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Thanks so much, Lillian.
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Ah. Out of the jumbled jigsaw pieces of a half-remembered dream comes the one constant thing. Yeah.
Thank you for your kind comment at my Word Garden, Sarah.
–coal (Fireblossom)
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Thanks for stopping by, Shay. Love your blog!
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I felt I was wandering through/wondering at your dreamscape. Beautiful, poignant, and “dreamy.”
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Thanks for stopping by, Lorraine. LOVE your blog name!
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Perfect last two lines. Nicely done.
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Thanks, Misky!
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Never thought of a disappearing dream as a vortex in space and time, leaving behind splinters of memory, but it’s so true. I think a deja vu would be a splinter coming back. The last line leaves me wondering. Nicely written, Sarah. ❤
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Thanks a lot, Olga. It has always seemed like a vortex to me. Sometimes I can even see it happening. And yes, a deja vu might be a splinter coming back. Great observation.
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Very whimsical…I felt like I was floating through a field of forget me nots…
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Thank you, Alison.
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Beautiful. This is like a dream. Excellent poem.
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Thanks a lot, Jennifer!
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