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Origin
by Max BouilletI am a memory of
myself, adrift in
the dreams of my
children.
When they wake,
I vanish.
(but I never know whether
I was their dream
or nightmare.) 08/16/2004 Posted on 08/17/2004
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 08/18/04 at 11:13 PM Interesting read...very thought provoking..it can be taken several ways.. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/19/04 at 03:25 AM Dream I would hope Max. Good poem....Charlie |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 08/19/04 at 02:08 PM this has a haunting, almost creepily lovable existence to it... how true, how true the fine line between love and hate parents and their offspring often have... leaves me thinking and thinking and thinking and... brilliant... blessings... |
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