Know where I’m going
my sense of last night
dream language
like getting pregnant, or want
underpinning what’s left
a social drive
thing that could
kiss someone
connect or deeply
procreate.
The sense of dreaming
the sense of having
my guides so close
wise beyond
I asked this morning
do you think
In terms of
back or forward
they laughed
you’re kidding
you’re asking us?
that’s who you are
that’s what you do
No going back
no worrying
very comforted
before I left
someone poked his head
admiring the photo
I said I painted
I need
do you have time
you’re here
there’s always
from my dream
the details
Break through
and finish
fix it
do a new
start a new
if what I’m doing
I can read through
and send it
I can edit
and send that
I can finish
or whatever
and publish
and whatever
who I am.
***
This is an experimental poem, using a technique whereby you write anything that comes to mind for five minutes, then stop and lift a phrase every few words or so and work into a poem.
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I liked the fragmented lines, the thoughts hurtling into each other, and there was a dream like connectivity in the poem. Specially the ending, where you seem to say , whatever I create, I can decide how to present it. Or not at all.
That was me, Minnie :P
Thanks, Minnie. I'm glad you felt the dreamlike quality. It's where I live most of the time, though some days I feel I am gradually waking up.
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