Caveat: Poem #1325 “A transitory trust” 2020-03-17, 06:11 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Blank verse / Book 2 / My Poetry & Fiction ㅁ With dreams you trust the patterns that you see. The meanings thrust themselves across your mind. You wonder at the things appearing there. At last they fade and morning shakes your soul. – a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter) Previous PostCaveat: Tree #439 Next PostCaveat: Tree #440