she writes poems with her eyes closed
in the darkness of the night,
but the words escape her memory
with the early-morning light
Morning Light
she writes poems with her eyes closed
in the darkness of the night,
but the words escape her memory
with the early-morning light
spanishwoods 
I can relate. Beautiful poem and photo, Sylvia.
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Thank you Timothy. 🙂
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Lovely words and photo, Sylvia, good morning! 🌞
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Thank you John! 🙂
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A tangle of words
on empty branches
Sunrise
made me smile 🙂
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So lovely…
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Isn’t that the truth? Sometimes I turn on the light to write things down, but most of the time, I slip back into sleep thinking I will remember, but of course, we know how that goes. 😉
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Exactly. 🙂
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I love this.
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Thank you Nico. 🙂
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Lovely
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Thank you Sherry. 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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I love the humanness of these words, and the flow, Sylvia, matched so beautifully with the morning light image.
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Thank you Jet. 🙂
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So painfully, yet beautifully true!
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Thank you Elouise. 🙂
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A few seconds exist before those dreamy inspirations are gone forever. I have experienced that, and have lost a few gems. Keep paper and pen bedside!
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Yes! 🙂
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My mantra is “never betray inspiration with hesitation.” “Betray” is a bit strong, but I think the principle is accurate.
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I totally agree.
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Beautiful, Sylvia!
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thanks so very much!
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So true. Such beautiful words and photos! ☀️🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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