|Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn|
Corpses of empty words and half-written poems
litter vacant halls inside my head…
The floodgates open, words careen
to slip and dissipate as fast
dissolving just beyond my grasp…
I hear the sound of hollow screams,
as ghost-chains rattle broken dreams;
and phantom shadows dance in ceaseless
search for shape and form...
Yet still I write—
holding tight to scattered
thoughts on fragile pages,
as each word unlocks
the spirituous haunting
of my soul.
© Ginny Brannan 2014
Written for Magpie Tales #208
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