In my dreams, revisited

by Laurel Storey on December 20, 2012

in Artsy-Craftsy

In my dreams
I am an eloquent wordsmith,
effortlessly fashioning unformed thoughts into written wisdom

In my dreams
I am a talented artist,
paint flowing elegantly from brush to canvas into swirls of beauty

In my dreams
I am an inspired designer,
taking nothing and making a magnificent, breathtaking something

And then I wake up,
and daily
struggle to create

June 1, 2011

Tagged as: NaBloPoMo 2012

Laurel Storey, CZT – Certified Zentangle Teacher. Writer, reader, tangler, iPhoneographer, cat herder, learner of French and Italian, crocheter, needle felter, on-and-off politics junkie, 80s music trivia freak, ongoing work in progress.

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a.eye December 20, 2012

Like this poem.

You write well in your non-dream life, too.
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- Laurel Regan
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  December 21, 2012
  
  Thank you. 🙂
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Barbara Storey
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December 20, 2012

I know this feeling all too well myself – but your poem shows the lie in the fear. And that’s what holds us back so often, doesn’t it? Thank you, Dawn.

Barbara
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- Laurel Regan
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  December 21, 2012
  
  Fear is definitely a part of it, for sure.
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