Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings
Monday Morning Musings:
Dream Words
–Eloise Greenfield, “In the Land of Words”

My dream poem begins
Between a sonnet and an ode,
I can’t remember the rest,
it’s vanished in the universe of my mind,
a star to black hole or a comet to return with a blazing tail—
but me without the telescope to see within
this galaxy of thoughts,
my past, the fragments hurled through time,
and filtered through the space debris of memory.
I’m left trying to determine what I meant,
a borderland of form and matter,
formal structure and rhymed connections,
an abab skip to u–
the meter set by moon rise
and the rhythm by dawn choir.
I could sing the praises
of a leaf of grass, the beauty of the vulture’s glide,
the river tides, or
the scent of spring rain rising
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Thank you, Paul!