Fleeting Dreams

Vague seems desires
Worlds pass, just a fleeting glimpse
Dreams crowd mind’s junction
Haiku Bones
One Single Impression

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

32 thoughts on “Fleeting Dreams”

  1. Hello Leo;you're back? I guess so! Your posts say so…:)my mind now is crowded…can't think right!Amias limited to three submissions for Poet' Choice. I made three and am working on all the prompts even the acrostic short story has been drafted ready for posting so i don't how Amias would consider the most active poet of the month this time if after having done all…:)but i can't beat you either! just lend me the book…he he he..:P

  2. This is wide open for me. Too many thoughts come to my mind also. πŸ™‚ So here's one:Why is it that we can't remember many of our dreams? Perhaps it's because of the crowd of them at the mind's junction?..

  3. @Jim,I don't know.. Perhaps, the desires we have are ones we believe with eyes closed.. if true, I guess we'd remember them all the time! πŸ™‚

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