Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn |
The poet is no alchemist
He cannot find the Philosopher's Stone
that will transform pedestrian words
into gold
The remains of his earlier efforts
lay scattered in the weeds
The poet chokes
on the dust of bones
The poet sleeps
He dreams of blood coursing through stones
Alive and
eternal.
3 comments:
How sad to see him choking on dust of bones ~ It's a challenge to capture those dreams & muse coursing through the night, alive & eternal ~
Nice work!
Excellent! I've every faith the poet will win through if he holds on to his dreams.
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