Sunday, August 2, 2009

A Surreal Poem for a Surreal Sunday




DREAMS
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

-LANGSTON HUGHES
photo by images-after.com
Today I came home to a spotless house...how's that for surreal!

5 comments:

Linda said...

How absolutely beautiful. I love both your choices of the photo and the poem. They really do go so well together. Nice take on the challenge.

Celia said...

Poem fab
Photo great
Clean house!!! Certainly surreal

MaryC said...

Lovely poem and photo...clean house - WOW!

Tami said...

great job amy that poem is great.. now the surreal thing.. I don't understand what is this thing you are calling a "clean house"?? ;)

askings said...

I know, right....it wasn't just bizarre Tami...it was mind boggling...I thought I was in a dream world but my son's pinched me several times since(its his new thing...I miss the waving)and its still pretty clean!

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