Oh I seek you insanely all day
Without you I lay blank here
You never seem to come my way
As soon you come you disappear
When I lay down to fall asleep
You come out then to say hello
Since I saved no space to keep
You I suspend till ‘morrow
When I wake with the morning light
You are gone with no single trail
No memory of your sound or sight
Not even of your head or tail
The Ideas That Come And Go
Frank Solanki 
Love this! Accurate and relatable 👏🏻
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Thanks.
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That’s a great one Frank, and so true for so many of us. 👍
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Thank you, Tim.
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You are welcome, Frank. Always a pleasure to read your poems. Thank you and happy blogging.
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And here I thought you were referring to a free-spirited woman! :O
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No, no, no.
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🙂 LOL
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Oh so true. I love your writings.
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Thank you.
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So different and unique too!
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this happens to me in dreams..sometimes i get great ideas through dream but i couldn’t write it of course in dream but i am so much self aware in my dreams sometimes that i used to make myself repeat that idea in dream and till the time i wake up from that dream..it’s gone..i couldn’t remember anything..once i dreamed about writing 1 line in a poems and i made myself repeat it again and again in dream to remember it..and i was able to remember it after i woke up and even i used this line in my poem and this line is “If you are obscuring same from mine”
you can find this line in my poem titled “DARKLING SKY” 🙂 🙂
https://extremesofunknownshadows.wordpress.com/2016/08/14/darkling-sky/
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Nice one.
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I know exactly what you mean!
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Deep words
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😉
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The difference a title makes – I hadn’t noticed the title and read this as of a woman – now that idea won’t go! There’s no accounting for the things that happen when our words get into the minds of readers.
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I wrote it as if the narrator was talking to some pest. Woman. Pest. How are they different, anyway? Ha-ha.
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Different minds again!
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Same here
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I have had some ideas that pop into my head at awkward times, and by the time I think to write them down- poof! It may have been brilliant, or at least it might have been. LOL.
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I know that feeling all too well.
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So familiar and right on the money. My best ideas come many times just as I am about to nod off. So you either write them down that instant, which is unlikely, or you will never find trace of them the next day.
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And that is so frustrating, isn’t it?
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I mean not even a trace can be seen in the a.m. Very good.
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Thanks.
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