I had a dream that I wrote a poem.
I was sleeping in my bed at my home.
All the verses were clear in my head.
The meaning of life was about to be said.
Life and death would soon be told.
The secrets of the universe could unfold.
Passions were to be revealed.
My lips would not be sealed.
I tried to wake myself up, so I could write it down.
I kept on struggling, I felt like I was about to drown.
Then I lost all of my thoughts and my words were no longer clear.
My mind was blank, the story was gone and it would not reappear.
I woke up crying and worried about the poem that I had just lost.
I felt awful, as I knew what not waking from my dream had cost.
Another Dr. Seuss-like poem, only much deeper; much more mature. Isn’t it frustrating when you wake up from a great dream and can’t recall most of it within seconds after waking up? I hate when that happens. Unfortunately, its most of the time these days.
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I’m thankfully (or regretfully) not seeing any dreams.. I don’t know whether it’s good or bad..
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The important thing is waking up.
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Hey Jim you didn’t tell me. I have amended my mistake. Sorry Pal. All the time I was thinking why am I not seeing your posts?
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I cannot tell you what I do not know.
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Well, Follow option.. I was thinking why it’s not showing? Turns out it was grey all along.. Stupid me.. Sorry..
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It was probably just an overSight.
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Haha.. Or stupidity in Plain Sight..
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Sometimes I do my best writing in my dreams.
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Are you saying that you don’t dream or that you can’t remember your dreams?
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I don’t dream.. Now for a few months..
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Beautifully crafted! And it always happens to me..
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Are you still blogging?
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Oh dear! Lost in the ether😕. You never know- one of us might find it!
After all, us poets live in that dimension.
Any clues you can remember?
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Poets are intellectuals who appeal to or engage our minds with their capacity for thinking and spreading knowledge. Having the ability to increase another person’s mental capacity can be viewed as an intellectual dimension of a high or complex order and most poetry relies on allowing the reader to think for this transfer of knowledge to take place.
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Very intellectually put👍
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Thanks, time to get my head out of the ether.
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I can totally relate to your poem! Great one btw!
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Thanks Keto, this poem is in my second book.
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that’s what happens to me. you got it all down. sigh.
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I thought this poem was appropriate for your post.
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