Recurring Dream

I dream poetry now I don’t write it
Awake mumbling lines full of it
Poetic content analyzing those problems
That plague me in the day …at night release them
Into my poetry

But I cannot escape it, to my bliss
My poetry is embedded in me, in my kiss
In my semi-consciousness
My poetry still exists

Every time I nod and pull my head back
There’s a poetic line on my lips lurking where I lap
But I’m always supposed to be doing something else
So I forcibly focus and push it back on the shelf

‘Till I awake the next dawn
Mumbling on
About work and life and love
And pains and strife and death
And fear and desire and darkness
And light and hate and forgiveness
And learning it And loosing it
And seeking it And finding it
And recognizing it

I don’t write poetry anymore
I don’t have the time
But I do awake every night…
Poetic lines