A line from a poem - A poetry podcast
A line from a poem
A line
From a poem
Came to me in dream
In two versions:
Almost like a legal document
I did not know if
It was a verb
Or a mood
I had to change
Or perhaps,
A whole person
Broken up, fragmented
In need of flight and
Root,
At the same time.
A branch breaking off in perfect
Calm
To travel a safe distance
Before disappearing
From the bound of memory
Forever.
A philosopher meets his match
I never asked
For the moon
But she
Arrived at my door
One stolen evening
Just like a summer storm
Drenched and asking
To be in
Carrying the past as if
It was only yesterday
A baby in her arms
Hers.
My door is always open, I say,
Come in.
The past is a forgotten - extinct - species.
At that time, I was wrapped in phi...