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In an afternoon dream,
something sparked an idea
in my mind,
but in waking from sleep
I couldn't save the thought,
though I listened intently
to the corner of my heart
where it died.
something sparked an idea
in my mind,
but in waking from sleep
I couldn't save the thought,
though I listened intently
to the corner of my heart
where it died.
Published 23rd Feb 2019
Author's Note
Wrote this pretty early in my attempts at poetry writing, but I think it turned out alright. I imagine lots of writers and artists can relate to the feeling of forgetting a story or idea that one had before having a chance to record it, and lots of people in general may relate to the feeling of wanting to remember a dream but not quite having the ability.
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skilfully captured.
yes, echo the incident and the experience!
in my drafts here is a similar story, my attempt at conveying the incidents of losses
and the times i managed to grasp one just before it slipped!!
well saved! (almost) ;-)
yes, echo the incident and the experience!
in my drafts here is a similar story, my attempt at conveying the incidents of losses
and the times i managed to grasp one just before it slipped!!
well saved! (almost) ;-)
2nd Mar 2019 3:14pm
