Gustave Courbet, 1841
Portrait of Juliette Courbet as a Sleeping Child
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Dreams flit around the periphery of consciousness
finding their home
in pockets of reverie
before sleep leaves the sleeper
and in those fragile moments in which sleeper remains so bound
emotion fingers the soft tendrils of thought
its search for expression
a lingering bit of fog
in which we find our best, and most deep
sense of ourselves on paper.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
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