Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night with a flash of dream-brilliance and scratch something on a scrap of paper in the dark?
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I do this occasionally, but in the cold reality of morning, I usually find … giBberiSh.
Here is one from a long time ago, that sounded oh, so poetic in the middle of the night:
Thrice before the double dawn,
the monkey … [indecipherable] gone.
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Then there was this:
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Dazzle
Ice Cream
Soldier
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My scribble from last Tuesday was marginally coherent, yet not the masterpiece imagined in my dream-brain:
My poor, miser-man,
you keep all you can –
bibbles and bobbles
you put in a can.
Not sure how you put a bobble in a can, and "can" can't rhyme with "can." Maybe that one could be improved with a little TLC…
You scrimp, and you cobble,
devout miser-man,
each bibble, each bauble –
tucked in a can.
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Ah well, despite the futility, I continue to jot down pieces of dreams. Because …
Dreams
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
… read the entire poem here.
Wishing you a happy Poetry Friday and sweet dreams! Please visit Janice at Salt City Verse to read about her impatience for impatiens and a review of Carol Labuzzetta's Picture Perfect Poetry.