On Waking
September 11th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson- I wish that at eight
- It wasn’t too late
- For the poetry to rise to the top
- That the ideas, that woke me at two and four,
- Hadn’t ground to a stop.
- That the dreams which seemed so reachable
- Remained with me
- Fresh and new.
- But alas, instead,
- When I lift my head,
- They run into the bed
- And are forever hidden
- From view.
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