We are such stuff as dreams are made on…
Snaffle another drink, dearie,
a little drop more, a splash,
to get me through this dull, dull play
empty me into the trash,
gobble the bottle and, dearie mine,
shuffle along in line;
Prospero’s here in a couple of mo’s:
Shakespeare gets me so!
…and on us - in us - of us - dreams are made.
Really did remind me of Shakespeare before the last line. Loved the closer. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad - written the day after we'd seen the Tempest - still a fabulous play!!!!
ReplyDeleteLove can be possible for those who do dream and believe ...
ReplyDeleteSmiles with applause! Promises of better things, dreams and encouragment are what gets many of us through daily. Without these things we might be lost to our own plights! Thankyou for sharing your thoughts today...Anna-Marie.
ReplyDeleteVery Shakespeare - quite evocative! I love the last line, too - so hopeful : ).
ReplyDeleteQuite nice. I love the way the poem is sandwiched in between the two lines about dreams. Beautiful.
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