Haiku – Dreaming
Dream or memory,
perhaps both, never neither
seen or left unseen.2021©DSCoremans
Today I am taking part in my third poetry marathon, an annual event in which poets from around the world come together writing one poem per hour for 24 hours using a variety of written and visual prompts.
Hour 4 started with a change of trousers, regrettably after over a year in full-lockdown I found my favourite pair of jeans had clearly shrunk (either that or lockdown has caused me to gain a little more weight than I’d realised) but feeling slightly more comfortable, I was able to better engage with the prompt for Hour 4 and I really enjoyed getting to grips with this prompt which called for taking a line from a book. I chose to use Andrew Crumey’s 2004 novel ‘Mobius Dick’ which I recently finished reading, and used the last line “How vivid it all was. How soon the dream was finished.”
You can also see my own Hour 3 poem here:
Fib – Dream
which has become real
after long being forgotten.2021©DSCoremans
Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.