Dream Muse
by Allan Roy Andrews
I seek the diction for my poem
and lonely as a cloud I roam
the pages of anthologies;
but finding there no words to please,
I gentle go to that good night
and in my dancing dream I write
a poem as clear as ear has heard
then wake--and can’t recall a word.
Posted on the Website "Author Amok"
April 3, 2012, with permission.
It's always a wonderful and somewhat serendipitous pleasure to find others wanting to post my poems on their Websites. This poem was actually solicited on the blind during National Poetry Month this year, but it took me about another month or more to actually visit the Website and see my attempt at humor posted to the world.
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