She chuckles as she walks her pain

[robinturner]

Damn, I wrote a poem in a dream, but I can only remember the last two lines:

She chuckles as she walks her pain
Out through the blackly falling rain.

All I can remember of the rest was that it didn't have the same rhyme pattern (it was vaguely sonnetty) and it involved some kind of betrayal and a misdiagnosis.

Comments

[several-bees.livejournal.com]

Whenever I write anything in a dream, I either forget it entirely or wake up to realise that the epic poem my sleeping brain was really pleased with was actually a poorly-scanning limerick about how there once was an inflatable banana who used to read Joseph Campbell in the sauna.

[alsoname.livejournal.com]

That's better dream poetry than most people's waking poetry!

[solri.livejournal.com]

Thank you! The principle I adopt when writing poetry is to write as little as possible, on the grounds that any line which doesn't say to you "I must write this down now!" is probably drivel.

[solri.livejournal.com]

Are you Australian by any chance?

[several-bees.livejournal.com]

Well, er, yes. If that's cunningly deduced from banana/sauna, it's coincidence; they don't rhyme in my accent. My dream-poems rhyme about as well as they scan. If it's deduced from inflatable bananas or Joseph Campbell somehow, I'm impressed and slightly unnerved.