Sleeping Poetic Genius
By: Maranda Russell
I wrote a poem
in my sleep last night.
The words, colors, and images
now blur in my mind.
I try to pin them down,
only to have them
wiggle away
like a puppy
desperate to escape
a confining embrace.
The poem was grand,
of this I am sure.
A masterpiece of language,
now shriveled and dried up
like an unlucky worm
laying dead
after a rainstorm.
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A wonderful Idea!
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Thank you. This really did happen though. Wish I could remember the poem from my sleep, but I do like this one I came up with too!
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That was so good!
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Aw, thank you so much!!!
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Your welcome🙂
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