Marco Chies Poet Free verse

Nightmare Poetry

it was yesterday.
four o'clock in the morning and I woke up.
was convulsing with words.
still lying and though scared
I thought how beautiful they would be
all those words together.
but when i got up later
they were all gone.
at that time they seemed to make sense.
poetic sense.
but they are already gone.
maybe they appeared
to drown some nightmare.
a bad dream
in which the choked words screamed:
look at us here,
struggling to make us poetry.

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Jeff Kyser April 22, 2022 at 12:01 PM Weird dream last night with a poem fully written on a page. I looked at it, tried to remember it, knowing I was dreaming and would forget when I awoke, I even took a picture of it with my phone in my dream, but of course it was gone when I awoke! You’re not alone! Marco Chies April 22, 2022 at 1:19 PM Well, my dream or nightmare was very similar to yours, I remember thinking about photographing the words, but I must have fallen asleep and voilá... everything is gone...

L Milton Hankins April 21, 2022 at 9:05 PM Marco, I have experienced this so many times over the years. Words so vivid in my mind vanish like cotton candy while I admire how wonderful they taste. I will sometimes roll over and jot them into my phone, but not always and those are lost. You are exhibiting the symptoms of a creative mind! Write on, my friend! Marco Chies April 23, 2022 at 3:21 PM Thank you for your always sincere and appropriate words, Milton!