My odd poem “No Rain Will Fall” is up at Thirteen Myna Birds. Scroll down to read it. Thank you, Juliet Cook, for taking this poem.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Nice, Bob. Like most dreams, becoming a memory you don’t remember having.
Congrats.
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One of those strange dreams in which I existed only as an observer.
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Glad that was just a dream! The knife a bit nightmarish … though the after sensations, like a floating away, are appealing.
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I occasionally have “movie dreams,” in which I observe but don’t take part in the action of the dreams. They’re always odd.
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Congratulations, Robert!
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Thanks, Merril. It’s fun to place these odd little poems that don’t fit in with most of my writing.
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