Poetry Prompt Challenge Book

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Foundation

The dream faded, as it was bound to do.
To hope for more would be grasping at smoke.
The stuff of dreams is ephemeral at best.
At worst it's made up of even less.
It is that place where hopes rest.
That foundation of reality.
How can so little be the basis of so much?
Ask a man named King.



                   Prompt
Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you.
Make that line the title of your poem.
Write a poem inspired by the line.
Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.
Somewhere at the bottom, place a note telling us the line and the source.

A minimum line count of eight, please.


line chosen:

"The dream faded." (from Frank Herbert's Dune)
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