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Sometimes,
The brevity of my words
Is not for lack of what to say
….But a reflection
Of the state of my mind
Where the invasion
Of dream-filled thoughts
That pervades them
Leaves me breathless
…..Unable and reluctant
To trap them in words.
So,
I let them float free.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
Dreams that defy description are so powerful – that’s a brilliant poem to express that experience. I hope it wasn’t disturbing – mine it that category usually are! The sunrise photo is excellent – hope you have a good day 🙂
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A bright day to you too my dear Colette. It wasn’t disturbing but yet was so colourful and I didn’t want to stop the dream *even though the urge to use the rest-room interrupted* I tried to define the dream afterwards, but couldn’t.
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Beautiful
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Thanks dear 🙂
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Unable and reluctant
To trap them in words.
true it is.. why can’t we catch them..?
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I truly don’t know. Sometimes, I sit down and try to put them in words, but I fail woefully.
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yeah.. me too..:
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There is time when we talk much and a time when we talk little; a time when we write much and a time when we write little. Lovely poem. Bravo!
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Well said Sir 🙂
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Beautifully written. May those dreams that you love come true.
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Amen to these lovely wishes of yours 🙂
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Beautiful.
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I am glad you like it. Your writing is so sublime and I admire that a whole lot 🙂
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Smiling. Thank you.
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Beautiful ❤
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