This Morning/ I Wait To Hear A Poem In Me
THIS MORNING / I WAIT TO HEAR A POEM IN ME
This morning/
I wait to hear a poem in me
The only sound the sound of the seem
Words and words
Empty and free
Nothing true
Nothing believed.
I wait to hear a poem in me
And whatever I hear
Is only me
And nothing is true
And nothing is real
All I am writing
Only a dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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