Within the bounds of thoughts,
we wish at times we could write,
as powerful as we think,
the threads of dreams,
in and out of my mind,
something tangible yet lost.
When sleep won over,
i risked the words last night,
losing them within myself,
finally forgetting,
unable to even trace,
as musch as i try.
Someday it will return from the wild origins,
someday those words will flow again,
someday…
The words are there aren’t they? You feel them but when you put them down they don’t look or sound right. They will come, just pull them out one at a time and tell them how beautiful they are and then they will smile back at you.
I hope that happens this beautiful each time 😉
This sounds familiar to me. At least you have found wonderful words to describe this loss … : )
am glad for the beautiful prompts 🙂
that set the ball rolling in my head ..
Oh…if I don’t capture the words right away…they seem to flee as if to say ‘catch me if you can.’
I have so been here! Love what this words inspired for you:)
ah, so many times they have been there, clear in my mind as I settled into the edges of sleep, only to be gone come morning… well done
How utterly heartrending to end your poem with “someday”…
Another Whirl with Robert Bly
dear ladynimue: your poem is celestial and also has a yearning quality.
much yearning Paige !
I just wish i could rewind and trap that thought ..
risks involving words are always ones worth taking!
That feeling is familiar..the great line..but just not awake enough to grab the pencil..but maybe if they visited once..they will come back..Jae
Happens all the time…
Great post!
i never get the words back!
wonderful take on the prompt, Nimue!
♥