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casting magic

do we write poems or thoughts? surely we cast magic take an electrical impulse shape it mid air something other than conversation more elevated banter where what happens has feeling tingles your skin like opening chords played on guitar God, I could get lost in today all my vulnerability caught in the palm of another's hand caress me in tender words... the opening chords keep shifting drifting through the house still chakral energy just nudged me into my body stepped me into my skin I haven't written a poem I wrote myself into existence

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Date: 11/22/2024 5:44:00 AM
Enjoyed this poem. Well written!
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Date: 11/22/2024 1:29:00 PM
Thank you
Date: 11/13/2024 11:53:00 AM
Hi Dilly, I remember John Lennon saying, he was woken in the middle of the night with words in his head, which he wrote down, the next day he went to the studio and recorded the song Nowhere man. Xx
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Date: 11/13/2024 12:01:00 PM
I'm not sure I'll make any millions John but I don't mind the comparison, thanks for stopping by to comment, appreciated
Date: 11/12/2024 7:57:00 AM
This one is so thought provoking Dilly, It’s extremely difficult to express how the creative process works, do we tap into a frequency and follow its vibration, or attune it with our imagination, (I haven't written a poem I wrote myself into existence) “if you say so, I definitely wouldn’t argue against it” brilliant, cheers David
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Date: 11/12/2024 8:58:00 AM
It's hard to say if it's just auto pilot the rest of the time or something more meaningful occurring. I certainly never registered the sub conscious/conscious difference quite as distinctly before I started writing poetry. It's all very snap and you're back in the room :) (or just awful getting up in the morning is more likely, until the last minute)

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