for years I thought I had lost writing, a piece of my soul, until I reread my dream journals, woven with phrases of emotion and reflective thought
unearthed, from a large plastic tote, journals of dreams conscious and unconscious, remembered and forgotten, are surfaced, from brittle brown papers to books of note, spiraled bound
one moment you are in that dream state and suddenly you awake and tell yourself… “I need to write this down” since somewhere in the back of mind thought lies of dreams, ideas and visions lost
searching for the pen and paper I capture the vivid colors and emotion in rushed flow so as not to forget a single detail
with inspiration lost and writer’s block is looming I search for missing pieces that are tucked away
I have written several poems from dreams rediscovered. keeping journals or notes of reflections and mindful thoughts during sleep,
a treasure box with scattered gems just waiting to found… artifacts of the soul.
playfully,
amy
Poetry by Amy DuVall Clark 2013
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