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Friday, November 9, 2012

The poem that got away


          
                   
                    I dreamed a poem in my sleep last night.  I remember the entire process, but not the poem.  I rewrote it in my head several times: once to balance the comparisons, once to make the images more vivid, once again for both rhyme and alliteration.  I vaguely recall it had to do with the peace we have now.  I recall a deep satisfied smile at the result and a pleasant drift away from consciousness.
            I woke refreshed and happy after a great night’s sleep.  Since I’ve been sleeping in 2 to 4 hour naps lately, this was glorious!  But for the life of me, I cannot recall the poem.   
            I sat here waiting for it to re-emerge.  Then I started writing this in the hope that the brightness of the poem would return.  It has, but not the details—no words, no lines.  Only a sense of accomplishment.  
            I hope that I live my way back into that poem and its sense of victory.



3 comments:

  1. I get more poems in my head than I ever write. Can;t hang on to them till I get where I can write them down. Ox MOM

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  2. I bet those dream poems are the best.

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  3. You're lucky if you manage satisfaction. I write and re-write. Come up with those perfect pieces. Sometimes There's this moment of "wake up. write this down" and I make a conscious choice to stay in the dream. Those are the days I wake ready to throttle myself.

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