Wednesday, October 12, 2011

When I wake up.


Rather like a dream on waking;
In moments
where wakefulness itself
is unaware of being,
I reach out for you
content in half knowledge
and bokeh memories
that disperse with light.

4 comments:

  1. Like water that I look for when I awake,
    Essential at some moments.

    Lovely poem. :)

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  2. And a lovelier comment! Thank you. :)

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  3. I do that too. Thanks for writing this poem. You must read Bukowski/Neruda

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  4. I will make sure to.
    Thank you for reading. :)

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