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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16 August 2008

Dream Poem

(Wednesday prompt from Poetic Asides.)

Frosty night seeping

into my dreams.
Waking and freezing
I remember only
whimpering from cold
afraid and alone,
was that real?


  1. I saw the first steps of this in your twitter comment the other day - and I loved it even as it was there. I miss the cats looking sad though... I think I'd prefer that to the way the last line stands now. I hope you don't mind me interfering!

  2. Not at all! I've "interfered" enough in your writings. :-D But it isn't interference when it's done with such positive intent. Apparently some MySpace poets tried twitter poems a while back. I didn't find out until later, but thought I'd have a go.

    I just had another look at that comment - can't turn it into verse as it is, but it works as a prose poem I think. (And yes, I like the cats too, on re-reading.) So I'll put it here for posterity, lol. Thank you!

    Last night's frost sank into my dreams. I woke up with a memory of whimpering from the cold, or did I dream it? Even the cats looked sad.