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last night I fell in bed
my body loaded
with past worries
each limb lead
I placed my hair
nicely around my head
shutting doors and eyelids
I entered sleep
many worlds were there
I was light going places
there were miracles
even healing and justice
done I played them over
and over going back as
many times as my rest let me
when awakened I was no good
I could not return to life I clung
stoutly to each dream in a doze
in a willingness to believe
the alchemy of transferring
dreams’ revelations into
the actual daily thinking
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annamosca 
Would it were so! 🙂
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Who knows Rob? 🙂 “We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” ― William Shakespeare, The Tempest
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Nice! 🙂
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wonderful again!
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Thank you Beth!
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Unable to feel worthy I sometimes create things;
worries to occupy my days,
perhaps by the time I have dealt with them
I will be ready for joy.
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This is very good and so true!
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nicely done. you cover a lot of territory in not many words which, imo, is the sign of good poetry.
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thank you Austin Starr for your appreciative comment!
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Beautiful imagery in the first half!
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Thank you Simon!
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I cannot say the right things about this piece, as I am not a poet; and, sometimes the words I want are elusive. At the core of it all, I like this poem … Two of the forces, here, are fatigue and sleep, and both have their own mystical substance. I avoid the “black-and-white” world as much as possible. And with your fatigue, and your sleep, here … in this beautiful poem … I appreciate the tension of not knowing fully what is happening in this place of fatigue and sleep … and dreams. ‘Always a bonus when I come to visit, my friend.
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oh my gosh, wonderful again. i LOVE this poem. i find it astonishing how often i can relate to your poetry. i have always loved poetry, but have often found it so personal that many times i did not see myself in someone else’s poems… though i still enjoyed them. with your poetry, i can really feel and sometimes taste what you are writing about. 🙂 thank you.
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Beth, what you wrote here is so encouraging! Thank you. I’m so glad you can relate and feel so close to what I write, that’s all a writer asks for. Maybe we should start thinking about putting them to music? It may turn out great… Let’s think about it. I will be back in Europe late spring 😉
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absolutely refreshing, the way your words portray inner realities, “in a willingness to believe
the alchemy of transferring”, absolutely splendid! stirred things inside my soul that ceased to exist tonight!
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Thank you Sheeba, so glad to read your comment and the way this poem touched you!
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I feel like this a lot these days – going to sleep feeling heavy with my thoughts. In a dream state the other night, I managed to come up with the theme and some of the details for a celebration that I am planning. I always keep a pen and paper beside my bed because I seem to get very creative thoughts in my sleep. Your poem really struck a chord – nicely written. Thanks!
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This reminds me of Pablo Neruda, well done, bravo.
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