The Weight Of Dreams Poem by Leaking Pen

The Weight Of Dreams



Many things are too small
to be noticed at the time
rose to the top
when we were done.
like laying next to
your naked body at night,
or sharing a hot soup
in the winter, the smell
of clean laundry on Saturday.

But now new experiences are seamlessly
fused by the energy of absence-
the rush from fasting: a tailless
kite dipping and
spinning in the wind,
nothing to slow it, or to ground it back,
today's mirror reflection
like an echo in the valley:
all are weightlessness of
time in dreams.

August 29th 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011

Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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Wellington, New Zealand
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