Sunday, 23 February 2014


image ; poets sleep 1989 Chang Houg Ahn


i slept with the light on
my words scared me in the dark
script returned to haunt
and mock
in the cold light of morning
i am nothing
but letters
jumbled on a vellum page.

KD 23/2/14

The other poets work is here

14 comments:

  1. I like how you captured the feel of the art ....

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  2. The dark can be pretty frightening when our minds wander. Nice write.

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  3. I often wonder what the dreams of authors like Neil Gaiman are like. Something like this, I would guess.

    Very nice!

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  4. Response to the prompt: adept and sagacious...

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  5. I know that feeling so well! You captured it to a 't' :-)

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  6. The darkness can be pretty scary at times.

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  7. I really like this- well done!

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  8. I too, hate those words that scare within the night!

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  9. When our words come back to haunt us...ouch! Nice work!

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  10. Sometimes my words scare me, too...even in the daylight...

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  11. The words spoken in daylight are even scarier.

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  12. Loved the last sentence 'i am nothing but letters jumbled on a vellum page' ... well done.

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  13. hello Kay
    too many things scare me in the dark of my mind... your words beautiful and sensitive as always.
    Thank you Kay for my amazing and lovely surprise, I am thrilled xx you are so kind thank you so much
    Love Lynn xxx

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