Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Dream Poem

Alas...no poem to post because I dreamt it instead of writing it. Does this ever happen to any of you?

I believe poems come to us in our most unconscious states, but that they only come once--if we miss it, it's gone. And of course the poems we dream are always brilliant in our memories aren't they? I can't remember a single line, but I remember that glow that comes right after a good poem is written….

3 comments:

Homeric Geek said...

It does happen to me. It happened just the other night, as a matter of fact. Having "dream poems" was, at first, frustrating because I couldn't remember them to write them down. I've come to realize that they are poems by me for me, and that they will never will (at least in the wonderful form they had in the dreams) be seen by any other eyes. It is an experience of both joy and pain; and a reminder that nothing is permanent.

Emily said...

Hey, I like that--poems that are meant only for us. Makes me feel better about the lost ones.

Homeric Geek said...

Every time I read "Lines Lost Among Trees" by Billy Collins, I remember this blog post. It's not quite the same, but having a poem in your mind and having nothing to write with or on, and then forgetting the poem when you do, is a similar feeling. Collins captures it nicely.

The poem is in Picnic, Lightning.