Do you still indulge your memories
explore thoughts twisting in the breeze
follow their leads, unravel the knots
allow yourself to dream
those old dreams of revolution?
They are hidden now
tucked between basement dust
and damp walls;
let me sift them from
the words you once wrote,
we’ll pretend the ink’s still wet
and read them till the dawn breaks
again over the crumbling city.
Inspired by a poem that was part of but not the actual prompt from NaPoWriMo day 11, James Wright’s Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota. What a title!
Beautiful.
Thank you
Yes, this is fabulous. Why don’t you post something for us every day of the year? 😉
Especially those last three lines are full of so much more…the lid on a tightly held box.
(p.s. Isn’t it fun that the Global poetry month is GloPo?)
I can’t tell you how much I struggled with this – all day, including through (though not during!) a Jane Goodall event – finally posted when I should have been asleep. So your words are so so encouraging – thank you!
p.s. Love GloPo – better than NaPo 🙂
We’ll just all glo together. Such a happy thought.
I love this (you’re probably not surprised) both for the content and the imagery!
Well that’s a lovely message for a Wed morning 🙂 Thank you – and yes, I can absolutely identify the parts you would like 🙂
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