Thursday, October 1, 2009

Thursday, October 1, 2009: Drawger: Walter Schnackenberg (via Rob Dunlavey)

It is four in the morning.

Legions of deep sleepers cling to pillows,
their dreams the day's reverberations,
or else nothing, starless.

Some of us stir,
eyes open and seeing shapes in the blue-dark.

Memories come crawling toward us, unbidden.
They are made significant only by the hour.

Remember this.

1 comment

  1. I've been gone a while. I have quite a few poems to read. I'll try not to comment all of them. :P

    dreams as the day's reverberations. I wish I had written this.


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