Dreams are caught
on the edges of stars
drifting through skies,
glowing brighter,
growing lighter
until they sift through
a filagree feather,
causing an imperceptible
breeze, felt only
by the dreamer.

Written for Poets United/Think Tank Thursday/Dreamcatcher

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Dreamcatchers

  1. Green Speck says:

    Lovely verses !!!


  2. Sara V says:

    Sara, beautiful words! I love that ending, could almost feel the breeze myself 🙂


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