I wrote two poems this morning, the second derived from the first. I chose the second to post on the LexPoMo web site; the first is also posted here, just for interest.
Perversity of memory
Last night I said something
in a dream, and some part of me
thought, Take note of that – it will make
a good poem tomorrow. But today I don’t recall
what I said, only that it was a fragment
of poetry I wanted to remember.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month website: https://lexpomo.com/poem/perversity-of-memory/
This is the poem that gave rise to the poem above.
Beginning to remember
lately I’ve been remembering dreams
again, but not really – remembering
that I had a dream worth remembering,
remembering that there was an image
or phrase or sequence of unfolding
action that I wanted to remember
even though I don’t remember the thing
itself, I feel strangely encouraged
that I remember there was something
in my dream worth remembering
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