Monday, June 29, 2009

seen in my sleep

it was in a dream
that i started stringing and spooling
the lines along
in my sleep.
i thought it a good one, magnificent even
worthy of the readers time, my own to put it down.

of course it slipped from the thread of my memory and  now
i am left bereft
of the thoughts i thought
feeling my way through this tunnel of dank sameness.
oh wishing
i could
that poem
i composed in my sleep.

1 comment:

Something Creative Here said...

i have done that.

you are a poem machine, filkins.