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
a.eye December 20, 2012 at 8:20 pm
Like this poem.
You write well in your non-dream life, too.
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Dawn Storey
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December 21, 2012 at 11:50 am
Thank you.
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Barbara Storey
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December 20, 2012 at 9:30 pm
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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Dawn Storey
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December 21, 2012 at 11:50 am
Fear is definitely a part of it, for sure.
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