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Collage Of Dreams
26 July, 2004
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)

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Together we gather from all over the world
Hearts joined in collage of time
Each falling grain of sand in an hourglass
Encapsulated in a bubble of our dreams

So many worlds, so many lives
So much to say to those that will hear
A crying heart, a laugh, a prayer
All joined in a non stop flow

Who could judge this collage of life
A picture pasted together of so many
No ruler could capture such people
No painter could paint clearer art

Here we are joined passing the key to life
Back and forth amongst our emotional hearts
It will be to the end of time
As it has been since the time of life's start

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Tarna (4.226.171.1) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 08:09 am

This is Cool

Has anyone else ever noticed that Dreamer writes poems within poems.

In this poem as in many others. If you read the same line in each stanza they themselves make a statement
ie" Stanza one line one
Stanza two line one
Stanza three line one
then go to the second line of each stanza and do the same thing ..and so on..
Pretty neat trick there Dreamer... I Like :)
Meridian (205.188.116.200) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 07:18 pm

Like a Magazine

Cutting images and putting them together, then pasting them on posterboard, reminds me of similar projects I've done in the past for my HS.... I love how you compare collaging with dreaming.... Shattered dreams, finally coming back together like a collage! Simply great! Smiles, Meridian
 
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