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ImageTaker
by Charlie Morgan ImageTaker
I waken tired, not from a night of tossing
and turning.
More: a yearning
to catch the thief
who stole
a headful of my night images
and nightful of my head images--all that I have.
I'm left with Confusion and Exasperation: parents
of conjoined twins, Perplexity and Angst.
And it seems an eternity they will live.
Surviving alongside (perhaps even in collusion)
with the thief.
DeCartes knows because he thinks;
I know because I dream.
And a wordless page, guilty of no charge,
other than being blank--is evidence of his being there.
Images ripped from my being.
Robbed of my images.
Though, I know I will dream again.
04/07/2003 Posted on 04/07/2003
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/09/03 at 03:05 PM Dreamman... that's your new name. You take an all too frequent occurance and make it poetic... the emotion of loss and the hope of entering that blessed land again and soon.... Your poem invites me to keep paper close to the bed, close to my hand, and to awaken to my dreams more often. Great poem, Chaz. |
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