Thursday, July 23, 2015

You Dream

You don't know
where to go
but this path
is getting old
You're feeling
too worn out
You keep
telling yourself
you know
what this life's 
all about
You stay stuck
in your dream
While your heart's
about to rip
at the seam
And you choke
just a little
Your life line's
starting to feel
a little more brittle
each time that you
breathe in
And you dream

-July 2015

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    1. Thank you for your visit, Vandana!!

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  2. each time that you
    breath in
    And you dream

    Often life is filled with worries.. filled with trouble.. we close our eyes.. we breath and take it all in.. it is dreams that help us make it through.. it is dreams which help us change our view. Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Sanaa :)

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  3. sometimes it's time to take a leap of faith...beautifully written...

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    1. You're right, Sumana. Thank you :)

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  4. Brilliantly done Torie - one of the sparkliest pieces I read today. Love the simple yet very careful artistry on display here...

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    1. Thank you so much, Scott!! I appreciate your thoughtful words :)

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  5. Yes. We don't let go of dreams, but each time we re-breathe it, it feels a little more harder to believe in it. Interesting verse! :)

    Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason

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    1. Thank you for taking the time today! I appreciate your visit!

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  6. And there are times when you have to get out of the old dream and into a new one!

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    1. So very true, Mary!! Good to see you today :)

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  7. Well this is timely as I wonder about those dreams...do we stick or let them go and hope they find us again!

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    1. I guess we'll find out eventually, right?! Nice to see you, Donna. Thank you so much for coming by today :)

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  8. some dreams are meant not to be realized but still could be a source of inspiration.

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    1. I think you're right, totomai. Thank you :)

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  9. We have to hang onto those dreams, kiddo! Well written.

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    1. Thanks a bunch, Sherry!! Lovely to see you :)

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  10. life lines become more brittle with age and each breath - a beautifully touching and thoughtful poem

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    1. Thank you so very much, Jae Rose!!

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  11. Yes many times life is like that. Great imagery.

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    1. Thank you for stopping by, GL :)

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  12. I feel as if you wrote this specifically for me. Your poem resonates with me so much. I love it. Thank you Torrie.

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    1. Oh, Myrna, I'm glad to hear that you felt such a way about my poem. Thank you for that :) Isn't it quite something when a poem can make us feel that way? I'm so glad you loved it. Thank you again for your kind words!

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  13. There are dreams and dreams. Some kinds we need.

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    1. Very true. Thanks for coming by, Rosemary :)

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