Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Anna Couani #207 slippery poem

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

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