Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn
Wandering in the empty
dark of lost thoughts
Bleached
bones echo
with demented glee
Words
fall like hard
and bitter stones
As the poet roams a labyrinth
of discarded dreams
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Magpie Tales 208...I don't know why the prompt this week seemed so creepy to me. Must be the skulls lurking outside the window.
The picture is creepy alright. I like the last 2 lines very much, but wondered if you could invert the ideas . . "The dreamer roams a labyrinth / of discarded poems"
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DeleteGday, Commander Solo, i found this incredibly powerful and beneficial to my soul, cheers, Kuta
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DeleteOh yes, it is a game of love and hate, up and down....bravo!
ReplyDeletePoets are wanderers...
ReplyDeleteYes...my writing has been wandering quite a bit of late... :D
DeleteI found it creepy too. You wrote about it very well.
ReplyDeleteThank you...
DeleteDark but thoughtful...
ReplyDeleteIt's those skulls... ;D
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