Attended my first writing conference this weekend. I was surrounded by hundreds of authors, all there to build connections and reinforce the scaffolding already in place for community. A community I’m now apart of and can turn to for support when I’m stuck. Thank you for being there, LUW. I appreciate you! #LUW2017
I had a dream I wrote a poem. Inspired and fluid.
Excited, I stopped to read it.
To relive what I’d done.
Realizing as I searched that it was gone.
Never here really.
Just penned in my sleep.
Vertigo. I remember.
Earnest. True words.
And connection. A shared meaning understood.
Bright blue electricity snaking.
Images flashing white. Ignition.
You knew what I meant. What I wanted to say.
A shroud lifted. Light piercing through a dark room.
Questions forgotten. Explanations excused.
Insight. An unmistakable link.
Ease spread. It rippled across your face.
Just a dream though.
Tumbling in the dark.
Words about something that moved me …
Something I had to make clear.
To create. To do justice.
To completely share.
Loss and disappointment at what was only a dream.
Just a lingering desire remains.
I want to dig it out of there.
Deep inside my brain.