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How do you keep the poetry you write from enameling your sleep? |
Poemosity What is Poemosity, you ask? If you have to ask, then you probably wouldn't understand the answer, anyway. It's that moment when you can't sleep because all of those words are swirling and twirling around inside your head like great black bats, sonar intact, and you know that it will take more than a little effort put them to sleep. Their craving will only be satisfied with a clean white slate. Capture them on paper and then you can finally fall sleep. Words drip from the end of my pencil. Some people sleep with a glass of water by their bed. All I need to keep the Poemosity away are a pencil and a composition book I bought at Wal-Mart for 10¢ but now has become invaluable, as I close the cover on yet another night. Cautiously, I check. They're still there, caught between its austere, pristine pages, with its sticky web of straight blue lines Like those creatures I once saw in "The Book of Pressed Fairies." Then I hear the dreams arriving on the great pale green wings of Luna moths. No longer afraid, they set up their arcade and begin to peddle their wares. For just a tuppance I purchase a parcel, a dram of dream, and row off into the sea of black ink. Just one more night of keeping The Poemosity Bats at bay. |