like in the dream
where you walk through a room
full of beautiful artworks
that you made yourself
irretrievable on waking
the poem can glisten
in its dreamlike state
tantalising with its phrasing
leaving a small tail to pull on
but evaporating on waking
I know this feeling too!
ReplyDeleteYour poems do not have this, dear Anna. They have us walking after them.
ReplyDeletemore than familiar +++ like
ReplyDeleteyes, and what amazing poems they were!
ReplyDeleteha ha, thanks for comments everyone
ReplyDeletethe thread from the labyrinth?
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