Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn |
before they
pour down on these pages
I strive to
make my thoughts comprehensible
yet sleep
captures me; into a dream I flee every time
silence – a
familiar friend – accompanies
the feet of
a wanderer
muse has
been throwing rocks at my window
broken
glass lays scattered
showing
skulls of people lost forever
like my
voice immersed in these poems
words
captured together forming skeletons of ideas
who will
recite them and hear me?
nonetheless,
my journey through the fields
of
imagination is a passion I don't question
I will be
returning to them
until death
infuses my flesh
- and even
after, my spirit wishes
to haunt
these skeletons it created
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Written as a poetry prompt Mag #208.
Sharply inventive; very well done.
ReplyDeleteOh my, this is mysteriously creative!
ReplyDeleteSilence is my friend too...
ReplyDelete....and what a splendid imagination your own field holds!!
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