Sleeping on Poems

Steve Smith

After a night of dreaming
about reading a poem of mine
with a killer last line to an audience
that couldn’t stop applauding
I awoke, eyes blinking
and swollen, hair unkempt
as prairie tumbleweed, looking
sideways at a batch of famished
poems pressed against each other
as if my bed were a nest
that I’d been warming
in an effort to hatch them.

 

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About the Author:

Steve Smith is a Poet/Artist from Pennington, New Jersey. A graduate of the School of Visual Arts, he is retired Theatrical Scenery Painter.

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