I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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17 May 2014

The Unconscious Comes Up

Half asleep, I recall
that teacher

who

tormented us children
long ago.

Then

I drift into a thought
of murder—

what! —

pushing her down a cliff …
gentle me.

Shock.


(Written as a series 
in tilus

form.)


For the Poetic Asides prompt: The unexpected. 

Note: For tilus explanation see preceding posts or click on tag.

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