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Truly a wonder this place we see
When closing our eyes to search inside.
Dreams undreamt overtaking us,
Memories forsaken fall into stride.
A time to cry, a time to sigh
Of dreams undreamt we lust in wait.
Should we have a time of rue
Of memories forlorn we would partake.
Beauties and demons walk hand in hand,
Loving and tearing at what we know,
Or hide in terror in some dark space
Awaiting their chance from which to grow.
Controlling their visions a futile quest.
Knowing and showing to be their game
Of enlightened thoughts that surely come
From somewhere deep, in flickering flame.
Words of wisdom randomly float
Always in motion, often too quick
To grasp and absorb as we might wish
In our heads much too thick
Wondering where this deep place lies,
Surely within it should be found.
Chances they will lead us there
Never unfold, they keep it bound.
Should they deem to fill our plate
Devour quickly before too late.
| Ha ha! Not too dopey as I'm in that state often.|
Thanks for reading and commenting. and especially glad that you were able to get such a fine picture from it.
|| Posted on 2004-12-12 00:00:00 | by arkay | [ Reply to This ] || This to me describes the thought process of writing very well! It' all just dancing on the tip of your tongue...or pen.|
The stage where you try to reach into the hurricane of thoughts raging through your brain.
Maybe tornado would be a better analogy...I think of Dorothy in the twister...seeing the bits and pieces of her life passing by the window.
She sees just enough to keep her interest...but not enough to make sense.
Thanks for a read I can
(pardon the dopey but true comment...)
really relate to! :D
|| Posted on 2004-12-12 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ] || This so profoundly describes the finding of thoughts, as the title suggests. Forever scrambling through our minds always elusive and not always making sense until we can catch them and put them on paper. Occasinally finding a way to refine them in our minds. This is a great write and I shall add it to my favs.||| Posted on 2004-12-16 00:00:00 | by popsit | [ Reply to This ] |