Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Poetry in the Air

I had a dream last night that I was standing on the steps of a building much like the Met, but instead of Fifth Avenue, I looked out onto a plaza with a fountain that led into a park. And poetry was scrolling through the air. There was a little eddie of stanzas near the fountain. Words like birds zipped across the sky. Some were dancing ribbons of syntax.

I spent the rest of the dream trying to write down what I'd read. I was constantly looking for notebooks or making sure I had my notebook with me. But, just like writing in real life, I never quite got down exactly what was in the air.

The poetry wasn't biblical, but I remember thinking that the title should be Proverbs 18:21: "Death and Life are in the power of the tongue".


3 comments:

  1. Good to see you back in the saddle again. More please.

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  2. Keep looking up- it's your gift.

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