Came in to post about my dream poem and found a lovely post about saying what I mean that I had forgotten all about. How divinely a propos because my dream poem was a whole new adventure into saying what I mean.
I had a dream. A lovely real vivid dream and at the end of the dream I heard this song, and when I woke up I felt an urge to write down what I dreamt in the form of a poem. My dream poem.
It was more about the song at the end than the actual events in the dream and yet this song captured all the valuable aspects of my dream so it ended up being about all of it.
Interestingly this song had no words. I could only write about it, I couldn't write it, and yet I knew that I heard it, I knew it was there.
It was a song of meaning not of words. It said it all without saying a single word and it was up to me to find words that described it.
It felt like what I would call inspiration. That spark of an idea and knowingness that leads you to create, to write or sculpt or paint in an attempt to express something that is beyond common expression, beyond ordinary words.
I suppose poerty is the art of painting pictures with words. Sculpting them so that they can say that which cannot really be simply spoken.
The more I discover the beauty of words the more I find myself go silent. I suppose my way of going inside to find my meaning.
I had a dream. A lovely real vivid dream and at the end of the dream I heard this song, and when I woke up I felt an urge to write down what I dreamt in the form of a poem. My dream poem.
It was more about the song at the end than the actual events in the dream and yet this song captured all the valuable aspects of my dream so it ended up being about all of it.
Interestingly this song had no words. I could only write about it, I couldn't write it, and yet I knew that I heard it, I knew it was there.
It was a song of meaning not of words. It said it all without saying a single word and it was up to me to find words that described it.
It felt like what I would call inspiration. That spark of an idea and knowingness that leads you to create, to write or sculpt or paint in an attempt to express something that is beyond common expression, beyond ordinary words.
I suppose poerty is the art of painting pictures with words. Sculpting them so that they can say that which cannot really be simply spoken.
The more I discover the beauty of words the more I find myself go silent. I suppose my way of going inside to find my meaning.
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