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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
I'm probably bringing this in too soon as as I was writing it I was becoming extremely sleepy...which is what inspired it in the first place. Now I've come too sleepy to bring closure to the last stanza. Now I don't want it written for me, just some ideas. What do you think, poet friends? as sleep tries to pull me down to perhaps a crashing blow teetering on the brink fog fills my mind to a sense of great unknow the blackness of the room just beyond computer’s glow echos scratchy sounds my nerves it takes in tow a faint and fuzzy image looks back at me, my plight, recalling all she bore for me as she stepped into the night secretly she watches a spy on raven’s wings from without she plots a course |
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S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
VAS Clearly, or "fuzzily" by your word, you were, in fact, headed for your dream world, that wonderous mystery place of REM hyperassociation. That is where the poem was headed as well. Continue to take it there, although you might have to put yourself back into a like condition in order to accomplish anything. Difficult to get back there, by my experience. Good luck with it. G Arthur Whose Night is this, Mine or the Moon's? |
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