“Dream, dream, while you sleep:
with day you will forget.”
Juan Ramón Jiménez
“Life is a dream that is never recalled when the sleeper awakes.”
Here’s an idea. Write a poem as the character and in
the context of a dream you actually had.
it’s been so long
since I’ve had a shave and a bath—
I feel great.
they’re blue at first,
but they get dirty real quick.
little buggers are pretty ticked
when they see us...
but not being
apart from a lucky stroke or two
they don’t give us a whole lot of trouble...
Usually, most of us get back
with those recovered.
I don’t know.
Those that fall seem to disappear.
Rumor has it—
it’s to some place
P.S. Had to clean Michael up a bit
to get a G rating, (you can guess where).