A Poem Escapes
It unfolded in those twilight moments
between the stumble to the bathroom
and the sinking back into the dream
that I can no longer enter—one dream-door closes,
another opens, bringing a half-eaten poem, no less.
Was it about the day I almost deconstructed?
Did my half-asleep mind want to revisit the pain?
Must it be about anything at all?
But it’s lurking there, meaning and metaphors,
cloaked in its invisibility cape.
Teasing.
I want to write some of it down, pen and paper
are somewhere in the dark.
No, can’t wake my loved one.
His sleep is light.
The poem disappears over the event horizon
and is being sucked
into the black hole of the early morning hours.
And what I remember when I wake
is a collection of incoherent schmalz,
shreds of a poem that make me blush
with embarrassment
as I brush my teeth.
About the Author: Rose Mary Boehm is a German-born British national living and writing in Lima, Peru, and author of two novels as well as eight poetry collections. Her poetry has been published widely in mostly US poetry reviews (online and print). She is a ‘Pushcart’ and ‘Best-of-Net’ nominee. All her books are available on Amazon. Her latest collection, LIFE STUFF, was published by Kelsay Books in November 2023. A new MS is brewing. https://www.rose-mary-boehm-poet.com/
Image Credit: Winold Reiss “[Interior design drawings for unidentified rooms.] [Sketch for hallway colored green and purple” (1910) Public domain image courtesy of Artvee.
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