Dreamy Doll

The dreamy doll always,
walking in moon light,
her head prides upright.
Never talks to others,
none she bothers.
But, with passing hours,
her dazzling elegancy ,
turns into thinner delicacy.

When I awoke in morning,
on the floor tracing
the dusty sprinkles.
I fixed the
wooden doll's hollow.

Linked with:Poetry Jam-Dream.
P.S: Dream personified as Sherlock Holmes. :D

Comments

  1. The wonder and power of a dream, nicely captured.

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  2. Ah your dreamy doll seemed to create her own world,

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  3. I would love to find dusty sprinkles when I awake.

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    1. Oh granted! If you are ready to cleanse it up. Kidding :D

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  4. I hope you will honor others from poetry jam with a visit as well....in the spirit of community...

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    1. Ah... thanks for motive words, only commenting on very new site backs me from doing it... but sure i will not override the rule :D

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  5. An interesting take on the prompt.

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    1. Thank you... and will check-in too :)

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  7. I like that ending and the fact that the doll awakes with the moon. Nice.

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  8. A beautiful take on the prompt. Nice...

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