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Disappearing Dream

In my dream I held it, precious and dear. I wished to bring it to the waking world, here. I wondered, "can I bring it physically, or must it only be a memory?" I've awakened bereft to find it's gone, leaving me only with a lousy poem. Only a memory of a key remains, and I must continue to live in chains.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 8/31/2024 4:01:00 PM

Keep that pen and paper next to the bed. I,too, have lost great poems due to time lapses. Well, I think they were great, as far as I can remember, but absence makes the heart grow fonder.

David Crandall
Date: 8/31/2024 4:19:00 PM

haha, yes, sounds like we've had the same experience. I get ideas in bed and in dreams, and they seem great, but they might not aways actually be great, who knows. why does my brain not work all day and then, when I go to bed, my brain wakes up...hmm, maybe I could write a poem about that.