Monday, July 19, 2010

I wish I could remember the poem I was dream writing

Kris said I was talking in my sleep last night. I said, "I am writing a poem, and I don't know if it is real or I'm dreaming."

3 Comments:

At 3:43 PM, Blogger beth coyote said...

I know that one. And it was such a good poem too! I wish I could bring myself to record my brilliant ideas. I could, on my iphone but I'm afraid i'd feel foolish. And eccentric.

 
At 3:44 PM, Blogger beth coyote said...

Oh, me too. they drift away...

 
At 9:34 AM, Blogger beth coyote said...

On the edge of sleep, like wingtips. As soon as i wake up, the words/images become disordered and the poem falls apart, scuttling away into various corners.

 

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