churned thoughts
become a poem
I select a few words
or spaces in between
to become a dream
freedom of spaces
interlocked with
wistfulness
what could have been
-a forgotten dream
My subconscious
will spin yarns tonight
to weave incredulity
unseen, unheard scenes
-I dare to dream
Creative Experiments and More 
I love this, especially your closing stanza and the weaving of incredulity. Awesome!
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Thank you so much, Sherry!
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You writewonderful poems, Reena. ‘…I dare to dream.’ That’s what matters.
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I dream of both life and death – and both are beautiful.
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Dreams are like clouds, always moving and in different directions. Beautifully penned, Reena.
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That’s a beautiful analogy. 👏👏
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Thank you! 😊
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Beautifully stated – continue to dare to dream. It’s amazing when churned thoughts become a poem.
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True that. Thank you so much!
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Bravo! We should all dare to dream; asleep or wise awake
much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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Goodness, this is so dream like 😍
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A dream, and reality can sometimes be part of that.
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The bits of reality ensconced in the unconscious mind…
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Not sure what mine mean, they are weird.
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🤔
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🙃💯
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re always welcome
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