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….
