JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Blotting Paper Nights

Dreams with landscapes embedded

smudge into my night

storms on summer afternoons

gathering in cloudless skies

rolling in, accumulated dark spools

filled with angst or grief

a sudden shower of stinging wetness,

a brush of vinegar melody

Unexpected, they drench my sleep with

tears from seasons almost forgotten

then in a broom-full of wind,

a dog’s bark, a car engine scratching

catching in its fitful morning growl

they dissipate, mist on window panes,

dew, snowflake memories, leaving

but the vaguest recollection of pain

or rain, a scurry evaporating out of the lens

And then they’re gone

© Johnmichael Simon

2010

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