Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn via Magpie Tales
Memories outside the window grow,
Pasts like poppies abloom in the garden
Little death of sleep, Hypnos whispers,
I love the sound of breaking glass
Italicized phrase belongs to Nick Lowe, from his song of the same name. Resistance was futile.
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Sometimes our memories, dreams, are shattered.
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ReplyDelete... love this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, madam!
DeleteI hear it too!
ReplyDeleteIt has some charm, does it not?
DeleteAnd does the window glass fall inside, or out? That's the question...
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteVery kind of you to say so. Thank you.
DeleteSmart and savvy; well done.
ReplyDeleteHigh compliments, sir, thank you!
DeleteLittle death of sleep...oh that's delicious...
ReplyDeleteI like it, yes, I do..........and I never even noticed the broken windows!! *blush*
ReplyDeleteI love the last line. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome. And thank you for reading.
DeleteShattered glass like splintered memories.
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