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

6 comments:

  1. Your poems do not have this, dear Anna. They have us walking after them.

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  2. yes, and what amazing poems they were!

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  3. ha ha, thanks for comments everyone

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  4. the thread from the labyrinth?

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