Poem by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra (b. 1947) 

 

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Last night a line appeared,
Unbidden, unsigned:
It had eight memorable
Syllables. I'll keep you,

 

I said, falling asleep.
It's gone now,
And I write this to requite it,
And to mark its passage.

 

 

from the book The Transfiguring Places by A. K. Mehrotra

 

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Written on 2022-04-04 at 00:00

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes the ebb and flow of poetry disappears,
As one's mind forgets to write.
The thoughts of words heard,
Through an unforgiving night.
Alan
2022-04-09


MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Something that happens with who we write to all the time. Lines appear in our dreams, only to slip away in the haziness of early morning hours. If only there were a way to inscribe our dreamy visions into something concrete. Thanks for posting!
2022-04-05


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
This sums up so perfectly what some of us have experienced; and as my friend Tom say - we just have to jump out of bed and write it down; otherwise...................
2022-04-04