Poetry about poetry
Sometimes poetry
lives in your dreams
it doesn’t whisper, it screams,
Sometimes I doze
deep into the space where I conjure
from unusual places,
I need to express
I need to explore
otherwise what is life for?
Sometimes poetry
is right there before you,
if you took time
to look in places in between
sights unsee,
in the weirdest dreams.
Chris

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