I dreamt of a poem yesterday,
On the couch.
I think it was about life, or maybe death
I know it was something profound.
I think.
As I was coming out of the dream I realized,
That I would never remember the point I was making.
I remember thinking, what a shame, to not have a journal,
Or a typewriter, or a computer to record this thought.
It seems like a distant memory to me now.
Like a cousin you played with as a child,
That you now pass with a nod in the grocery store.
I like this a lot too. How many of us have had this brilliant thought, dream etc. and lost it within a split second. I often wish I had a photographic memory that I could rewind and play back. I do also agree with Adam on the first couple of stanza's though. Kind regards Gypsy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem captures the thoughts that every writer/poet has had at some time, well done. I especially like the bit at the end though, “It seems like a distant memory to me now. Like a cousin you played with as a child, That you now pass with a nod in the grocery store.” Wow! Yes we lose touch far too easily with those who we once were so close too... Regards, Seán