A rude alarm rings through the darkest night,
It rouses me from magic places roamed,
I slowly stretch and look to the starlight
Unable to shake loose the lost dream’s tone.
Still deep in thought I linger by the hour
And move distracted through the morning’s turns
Entranced, I search within for latent pow’r
While fickle inspiration sparks and burns.
My life is full, I play my roles with heart,
But all the while I live inside my head,
My spirit roams between the moon and stars,
I follow trails of fantasies untread.
I soar, I feel alive, as I create,
So I embrace my two divided states.
So I embrace my two divided states.
The Silver Leaf Journal 
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Thank you!
Well done – that’s inspirational.
Wow, Thom, that’s very kind of you 🙂
Fabulous, Silverleaf. I love how gentle this is. It’s beautiful both in its message and its execution.
Queen of Iambs, I bow down to you 🙂 That means a lot coming from you – thank you!
“fickle inspiration sparks and burns”–wonderful. I identified so strongly with the message here, expressed so beautifully, thank you.
Thank you, Jenn. You know how much of a struggle this was for me (I still have the other 5 partial ones!) so I’m delighted to hear that you enjoyed it. I’m going over to read yours now…
The tension between the two states is palpable!
Thank you! It often is in my life as well 🙂
Oh, I know how you feel, Silver. That you managed to express this duality through a sonnet is impressive.
Thank you, Meg. I don’t know about impressive but I’m glad you liked it! xo
The sequel to this lovely sonnet should be about a cup of coffee. 😉
Ha! What a great idea… An ode to espresso.
Beautiful words.
Thank you!
enjoy two divided states,
that’s a cool thought there.
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