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| Katja B |
A Jar Marked Dreams
For those who lived outside their dreams
Their happiness not meant to be
I keep a jar outside my door
To hold my dreams for me.
The treasures of my soul, I keep
Within the space inside.
The jar marked “dreams” contains my hopes
And feelings that I need to hide.
A private place, for me alone
Daring not to share
The quiet thoughts and words of love
For these are thoughts that make me fear.
If one did peer inside the lid
They’d see an empty jar,
For I keep my dreams with me, Only I know where they are.
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| Julie A. Dickson |
Julie A. Dickson has been a poet for over 55 years and a YA fiction writer. She draws from memories, life experiences, nature, and visual art. Her work has been widely published in many journals, including Kind of a Hurricane Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Ekphrastic Review, Feed the Holy, and MasticadoresUSA. Dickson shares her home with two rescued feral cats, Cam and Jojo.
Lovely, Julie! Don't ever let anybody steal your dreams.
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