Erica Gould Poet Free verse

Dream Writer

Why is it
That the words fall into place
The second my head hits the pillow?
The days events,
Play through my head like a song.
As if I am lulling myself to sleep.
The slightest little movement,
Sends them scurrying like mice.
Sometimes when I dream, I write.
And in my dreams
The words flow so smoothly.
I recite them over and over.
I even write them down,
Reading them a hundred times.
But when the morning comes,
They fade with the darkness.

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Anne-Lise Andresen August 24, 2012 at 1:06 PM I also ....think it is because we are more relaxed ....when head hits the pillow....everything is so clear... the morning after...I remember nothing.. - Well done poem Erica. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)

Ilene Bauer August 24, 2012 at 12:46 PM i can totally relate to this poem! you've expressed, so well, something which i'm sure happens to so many of us. i do keep a little pad and pencil by my bed and sometimes i force myself to get up and jot something down. often, though, i'm just too tired and those words get lost. naturally, they were the best ones!