As I lay in my bed, with my eyes closed
As I am drifting off to sleep
I compose the most beautiful poems in my head
I assure myself I will remember them
and write them down on paper in the morning
But I never remember them, unlike my dreams
Last night
I wrote the best poem ever, in my head
my lovely little head
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Your head is lovely. I'll bet your poems are, too.
Stacy, I came up with a brilliant line the other night, and thought of an entire start of a novel to write around it. Did I remember this brilliant line, or even anything about it? Nope! Note to self: keep notebook by bed for your nighttime "mental blogging".
I don't know what you forgot, but I like this poem very much!
Wow! I've done that so many times and it's so frustrating. I like how you captured that.
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