I dropped like a stone
sank into the ocean of sleep
listened to my instinct
followed
a lethargic school of fish
and when I encountered my dreams
they took me
right where I was supposed to be—
in the middle of his
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I dropped like a stone
sank into the ocean of sleep
listened to my instinct
followed
a lethargic school of fish
and when I encountered my dreams
they took me
right where I was supposed to be—
in the middle of his
Powerful. Image-provoking, and brilliant in its brevity.
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Thank you, most awesome pontificator 😘
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Just beautiful!
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Thank you, Vic!
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This is really beautiful and brilliant beyond what words can express. It is spirit speaking in lyrical tongue
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How I have missed your imagery and passionate nature! Happy New Year my friend!
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How I have missed your always, ALWAYS gorgeous comments! You are singled out from the crowd with the way you make me feel about my writing. Happy New Year to you too 💜
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Now that is a great start to my year. I never follow crowds…unless there is cake involved of course!
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I’m making a cake now! Lol
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Then I may have to beat the crowd this time.
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Nathalie, stunning poem, quite romantic. Such a terrific phrase, “sank into the ocean of sleep”. I like how you used the idea of sleep to suggest that dreams indeed can come true. Beautifully written, there’s something very magical captured in your words. ~ Mia 🙂
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Thank you, Mia for such a kind comment on a little piece that is indeed rather “dreamy”. Such lovely words from you, I’m honoured!
Enjoy the rest of your week 🙂 💜
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You’re most welcome Nathalie. I often find it’s the “little piece” that truly is a gem. My hope is that you will return to this poem down the road, reread it, and enjoy the beautiful imagery and message that your words have captured. Thank you, please enjoy the rest of your week too. 🙂 💕
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An awesome piece of writing Nathalie.
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Thank you so much, Alan! You know your kind words always make me smile like a Cheshire Cat 🙂
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Fate may take inscrutable shapes. Usually not freedom. When they say “All roads lead to Rome” … who (or what) guides us to Rome: is it the city, our own steps, or some sort of transcendent plan?… 😉 I love the imaginery in this poem dear Natalie… Nice one… Have a great day! 😀
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Thank you, lovely one! I love how you read this 🙂
Have a great day too 🙂 💜
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Beautifully written and I love the way it leads into…
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Oh I adore this Nathalie! x
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Thank you so much, lovely Siren 💜
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My pleasure. Smiles.
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😘
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Tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers…
😉
(Look it up)
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