Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Only Dreaming Comments

Rating: 5.0

I know I was only dreaming
When I heard you speak my name
Only my imagination
Which brought you to me again
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Valerie Dohren
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John Brown 22 July 2014

A poignant poem Val, well written (as always)

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Patricia Grantham 16 July 2014

A very sincere and meaningful write. The line knowing time has set you free says it all. A good read.

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Hazel Durham 13 July 2014

The departed lives in our thoughts and hearts always like an eternal flame that is lit by our deep love! Beautiful, moving write Val!

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 12 July 2014

Time has set free the ones who departed. Those who live await their turn. One must live till that time. Beautiful poem.

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Valsa George 12 July 2014

The image of the departed dear one etched deep within leads to having hallucinations of seeing him before our eyes! Then we get lost in an illusory world. But when reality dawns on us, the very next moment, we are again plunged into loneliness, but with a fleeting joy of having enjoyed at least a momentary presence..... A very poignant write!

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Musfiq Us Shaleheen 12 July 2014

very sad but absolutely well written poem... how are you madam.... thanks for sharing....

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Neela Nath Das 09 July 2014

Reality and illusion work together in our mind.We, want to get our dear ones so intensely that the sense of possibility and impossibility we forget.But, the sudden comeback to reality makes us feel the impossibility.A heart-touching write Val.Loved.

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Mary Forrester 09 July 2014

Such a lovely poem Valerie, indeed I have had that experience.

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Dinesan Madathil 09 July 2014

Thoughts intense and immaculate can rightly create illusions and they leave us in a spell of their own. I do believe we need not assert them as images capable of misguiding us. Val, your life had a phase of togetherness of absolute meaning and its memory flashes across your mind time and again. Time hasn`t set him free: nor do you need to await a thing of that sort. A vacuum has no substitution in another and practical we have to be. Anyway, here is an award of 10 marks for your tribute paid once again.

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Dave Walker 08 July 2014

A sad and beautiful poem, the longing we can have for a loved one can sometimes hurt.

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