Like a mythic island
rising from the mist
for just one moment
on waking I saw
the stone high towers
of a castle, my tall window
framing that heart-familiar view
before mystic shapes resolved
into these quotidian
dawn-lit trees
Making this little poem claim to work hard for Day 24. NaPoWriMo prompt: mix and match high-flown and mundane language; Poetic Asides prompt: lost and found.
Graceful Press Poetry 
Those half awake moments can be beautiful or terrifying. Nice job!
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It’s funny, I thought of that half-awake in the half-light feeling too. Many visions lie there. (K)
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If you’re mixing mundane and high-flown language you’ve done it so skillfully I didn’t notice 🙂
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Yes, I didn’t do that part very well. “Quotidian” is the only word I chose for its high-flown-ness.
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I didn’t use this prompt since I don’t like the idea of segregating words into good words and pretentious words. They are all ‘good’—it’s context that changes, and in a poem anything goes, so I don’t really see how you sort them. I think you possibly had that problem too.
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From beginning till finish, lovely work. Sorry I haven’t been around much, trying to catch up. 🙂
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Always glad to see you, and no apology needed. Hope all is well with you!
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Yep all good, just busy with work deadlines.
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Heart-familiar and dawn-lived and that perfect waking-dream of castles. Wonderful!!
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And what is so loved and so briefly held?
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