Your beautiful writing of inspiration brought to mind the following inspiration. Hope against hope to bring us over the rainbow, where the dreams of the future reality easily take over the dreams of our current reality.
Over the Rainbow. Where Dreams come True. Carried by the blackbirds in the sky.
That feeling of just wanting the night to come do you can escape this life and its troubles for your dreams—gosh I feel that.
And what better representation of dreams on earth than the beauty of a rainbow; such a vibrant and fleeting natural occurrence. Lovely work here, Joyce!
Just discovered your writing, Joyce. I hope this isn't too much of an exaggeration, but this is one of my favourite poems I have discovered on the stack - just beautiful! Thank you for sharing this :)
Did I? I just get this feeling, sit down and the words come, and when it stops, I can see what it is. Without that moment, nothing happens. Thank you, Trudi. This is such an amazing compliment 💙🙏💫
Thank you so much, Trudi. Thing is, I can’t steer it. It comes or not. Sometimes a person connects to me, and I need to write, or it’s based on something I read. But also old poetry from long ago.
Sometimes a person is the muse. But at times I feel I need to sit down and write whatever comes up for someone who needs to see that at that particular moment. Reaching out on a spiritual level.
I wake from my dream to follow your rainbow 🌈. There is an escalator I see that lifts your words to my ears. Sounds silent yet you’re inside with artist pallet painting a ladder to lift my spirits to enter my day with a vision of clouds conjectures gone away.
Your beautiful writing of inspiration brought to mind the following inspiration. Hope against hope to bring us over the rainbow, where the dreams of the future reality easily take over the dreams of our current reality.
Over the Rainbow. Where Dreams come True. Carried by the blackbirds in the sky.
Thank you so much, Perry. That is just beautifullly worded. Love it 💙🙏💫
That feeling of just wanting the night to come do you can escape this life and its troubles for your dreams—gosh I feel that.
And what better representation of dreams on earth than the beauty of a rainbow; such a vibrant and fleeting natural occurrence. Lovely work here, Joyce!
Oh my, thank you so much for your kind words, Bethel. Much appreciated 💙🙏💫
Wow, Joyce. This touched my heart finding this today. Such beautiful poetry.
Thank you very much, George 💙🙏💫
One thing about this good poem, it has been rhymed well. The writing has profundity and each stanza says something that is meaningful. Good read!
Thank you very much for your kind words, Luis. Much appreciated 💙🙏💫
beautiful poem!
Thank you, Ayesha 💙🙏💫
This was a lovely meditation. Thank you.
Thank you very much, Shonda 💙🙏💫
Lovely, Joyce ❤️
Thank you, Jenn 💙🙏💫
You’re welcome!
Absolutely gorgeous imagery from luscious words 💗
Thank you so much, Cynthia 💙🙏💫
Beautiful, Joyce, another jewel. I’m reading this as we approach the early evening and it’s helping me prepare for my own dreams. Thank you.
Oh that’s a lovely thought. Thank you, Heidi 💙🙏💫
Gorgeous Joyce!
Thank you, Deborah. Hope all good 🤞 💙🙏💫🥰
That’s lovely
Thank you, Teàrlach 💙🙏💫
Oooo so bright and warm! Thank you for this lovely read 💜
Thank you so much, Olivia 💙🙏💫
Just discovered your writing, Joyce. I hope this isn't too much of an exaggeration, but this is one of my favourite poems I have discovered on the stack - just beautiful! Thank you for sharing this :)
Oh my goodness, thank you so much for your kind words, Tom. Much appreciated 💙🙏💫
Eva Cassidy - Songbird
https://youtu.be/bTNLYeaL7No
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Very nice. Really enjoyed this. 🌸
Thank you, Dick 💙🙏💫
How do you do this with words? You’re now channeling Blake. Amazing! ✨
Did I? I just get this feeling, sit down and the words come, and when it stops, I can see what it is. Without that moment, nothing happens. Thank you, Trudi. This is such an amazing compliment 💙🙏💫
I love your poetry. It speaks of times past yet is relevant, so relevant today. ❤️
Thank you so much, Trudi. Thing is, I can’t steer it. It comes or not. Sometimes a person connects to me, and I need to write, or it’s based on something I read. But also old poetry from long ago.
Nothing is intentional.
I understand that completely. It comes from the source, the muse.
Sometimes a person is the muse. But at times I feel I need to sit down and write whatever comes up for someone who needs to see that at that particular moment. Reaching out on a spiritual level.
I wake from my dream to follow your rainbow 🌈. There is an escalator I see that lifts your words to my ears. Sounds silent yet you’re inside with artist pallet painting a ladder to lift my spirits to enter my day with a vision of clouds conjectures gone away.
Richard, your poetic comments are always of such a beauty, they reach further than I could ever attempt to. Thank you as always 💙🙏💫
You are the guide. Your map clearly shows the trail to take.