There is a place we go in between the land of awake and the land of dreams,
Another realm in the midst, in our subconscious serene.
A place where we organize our thoughts in such a way,
When in our waking state, we cannot remember to convey.
In this realm, words become our best inventions,
In our tired, resting moments, with no vices of apprehension.
If we dare stir out of this middle space, when words with ease appear with grace,
We risk the fate of losing our plot, our grand ideas become for not.
©D.G. Kaye October 2013
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Ahhh giving me a run for my money! Good job! I especially Love the last two lines!
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Lol, I am honoured that you consider me worthy competition, ha ha. Seriously, I used to write a lot of poetry and may consider doing something with it. This particular poem I wrote in my head the other morning before getting out of bed as I was thinking about many things when it dawned on me I should make a dash for a pen and paper, which propelled me to thinking of writing exactly about the situation. You have to catch it while it’s fresh in your mind.
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I’ve been to this place and recognized it right away. Funny how our brains work, granting unexpected gifts when we’re not looking. Glad you wrote it out to share. 🙂
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Yes, funny how the words can flow so easily but you have to be quick to catch them
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(Your photograph is so becoming). I’m so proud of you, my friend!
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Oh Mary, my sweet friend across the miles, thanks for finding your way here. I love you! 🙂
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