Sea Of Dream

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Weaving the best ones. 

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Sea Of Dream        -         25 Dec 22 

Floating in a sea of dream 

Ideas drift around me 

Choosing a few 

I wake to weave them 

Into my reality 

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How reality can be expanded. 

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Harvesting

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Planning for the next harvest. 

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Harvesting   -   15 Oct 19 

Gathering thoughts 

Spread them out to dry 

In the sun 

Harvesting ideas 

Onward planting plans 

Thinking of the feast to come 

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It may be a continuing process but think about the pleasures. 

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In A Day

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Feeling the special changes.

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In A Day    -    31 Jan 19

Touching a special moment
With the mind of magic
Knowing that the moments
Are always from places
In a day where ideas
Grow into reality

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Ready to explore the realities whenever they might be.

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Eggs

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Triggered by a conversation but my mind adjusted it quite a lot.

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Eggs    -    26 Dec 18

Pre-birth of new ideas
Feeling the energies
Stirring within
Can you see the words
I am saying
Feel the energy inside
Listen to the songs
Foretelling the eggs
Emergence to the world
Hatchling dreams

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My mind often goes off in unexpected directions.

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Experiments

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Letting the imagination wander freely.

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Experiments    -    18 Oct 18

Exploring new areas
Of imagination
Playing with unusual ideas
Testing how far I can go
Imagining the new places
To be
Experiments in reality
Experiencing otherwhere
Playing with otherwhere

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You can go there too.

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Imagination

Probably the finest tool the mind possesses.





Imagination  -  11 Apr 18

Testing the way

The mind works

Playing with ideas

Using the tool

Of the imagination

To experience

New things

In the comfort

Of the mind

Give it freedom to work to discover all kinds of Lovely things.

Tomorrow

Another mildly surreal poem.





Tomorrow  -  05 Jan 18

Tomorrow comes in unexpected waves

Washing preconceived ideas

Before it into the wells of darkness

Allowing the ideas of experiment

To flow and open

Most preconceived ideas tend to be rather fragile.

Midnight

During most of the evening [of 17 Sep] the word "Midnight" had been wandering around in my mind but I could not find anything with which to associate it.  At about 02:00, however, this poem started to grow, almost fully formed and with a couple of really minor alterations is what you see here.




Midnight  -  18 Sep 12


Midnight
A whispered prayer
Gossamer thoughts
Fragrant ideas born
Of things in shadowed memories

Shadowed memories of
Midnight
Ideas held suspended
In places
Where light seldom goes

Light plays
In fevered memories
Midnight
Times when old thoughts
Seldom play

Play the games
From when we were young
And dreamt that
Midnight
Was somewhere we could go

Somewhere in our thoughts
A secret place
We always held hands
And held the thoughts of
Midnight





I rather like the way that the word "Midnight" wanders through the poem and that the first line of each stanza contains an echo of the last line of the preceding one.