Today I could
write a masterpiece
sell millions of copies
and be calm
no more worrying
what I am going
to eat tomorrow
I could but
my eyes are blurring
my head is falling
on the pillows
the hand is opening
the pen is falling
the heroes are falling
from the notebook
In a dream
I am watching
the movie made
after my novel
When I wake up
a single scene
I won't remember
nice imagery..i think i am the fallen notebook..;)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Sol Cee! :) We are all fallen notebooks sometimes. :)
DeleteI hate that thing, when you write perfectly in your dream and then....ah, the sentences are just fallen leaves and mist when the notebook comes out. Thanks for this!
ReplyDeleteI hate it too. :( You are welcome! :) Thank you very much for reading and commenting! :)
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