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Friday, October 7, 2011

Dream Writing

Last night
Under a veil of slumber
A poem stirred me
Bubbled up like cool spring water
Freed from the grip of consciousness
Worry
Typed in flashes of rapid eye movement
Dreaming
The words poured 
Sweetly
Oozed like warm honey 
Drizzled
Danced in rhythms
Simple and complex
Couplets and cinquain
Haiku
The words swirled round about
Like Autumn’s first leaves  
Falling
Teased by October’s cooling breath
A fox’s tracks laced in the snow
The inspiration slipped away at dawn


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