He
dreamed for years,
until
the dream formed
words,
and sentences formed
story,
and story formed yet
another
dream. The dream
became
real, tearing the walls
of
his mind, seeking escape
to
become other dreams,
others’
dreams. He held it,
still,
until it made
an
unconditional demand.
He
opened bloodied palms
and
watched words take flight.
This
poem is submitted to dVerse
Poets, where the Poetics prompt today is “The Art of Letting Go.” To see
more poems, please visit dVerse
poets.
Photograph by Richard Spencer via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
