Not ‘Classic'
Or ‘Beat'
But those naked
Words
That come to
Me in my
Dreams
Each color
Rejected
The Rainbow
Preferred
Refusing to
Choose
Between
In the well dug
Deepest
And well dug
Straight
Hides a
Tempest
Once unforeseen
That blows
Through this
Moment
Destroying
All time…
Words that whisper
Words that scream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice presentation of unconscious during dreams. Thanks