I dreamt of you last night.
dark dreams that break the dark with a truer sense of silence.
avatars and metaphors of dangers and strangers.
violence to my good wishes for you.
a sense of sorrow borrowed from
the histories and mysteries we’ve shared.
I dreamt of you last night.
and every muscle and sinew braced to pull you from harm,
only to be faced with the burnt ends of a rope
I would have cast you, blasted from my hands
by the demands of shadow figures
in your head, in your bed.
I dreamt of you last night.
yet no cold catalepsy returned to make mock by mettle,
only a hollow sorrow the one promise
I’d ever gotten from you was orphaned
by the side of the road like a castoff kitten,
left to die, as was I.
I dreamt of you last night.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
I stumbled upon this on another site, one of the thousands of works I've written then forgotten.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
I dreamt of you last night
Labels: 2005 2 observationsThe Amomancer Tweets!
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
2 observations:
i love this. how could you forget it? it's wonderful.
Well, Milady, I have about 16,000-18,000 poems in my catalogue (I quit counting, I leave that to my editors), which comes to about one a day for fifty years. And I have not been writing that long.
I always hate it when I stumble across a piece I wrote months or years ago that is good and has not received a fair airing.
Thanks for the kind words.
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