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I was searching for a piece of paper and of course my first thought is to look next to my bed since all writers are more than likely to keep a notebook there. It just so happens that I keep such a notebook next to my bed. Oddly, I also have receipts, envelopes and torn pieces of paper with scribbles all over them on my nightstand as well. Apparently my best thoughts happen while sleeping.
So, back to my story... While tearing out a piece of paper, I noticed I had jotted down a full poem and dated it July 2, 2012. Now, realizing I was in a terrible emotional state at that time considering Father's Day had just past and the anniversary of my Father's death was coming up (July 5th), it wasn't a surprise that this was pretty sad and just all out depressing. But, I've never apologized for anything I've written and I don't plan to hold back my feelings when I put anything down on paper. No writer ever should. With that being said, I'm posting the poem below just to get it off my mind, I suppose. Sort of metaphorically yelling it from a mountain top and letting the words fly off in the wind. However, I think these words may be dead weight though.
Untitled Writings While Asleep
If it were a stream
or babbling brook
I suppose it would be more pleasant
but dipping my fingers into
the cool water of a puddle
along the curb on a long winding road
can be just as thought provoking
as I watch the swirls move
the dead water around in circles
making my reflection as unrecognizable
as my life
~s.a.m.
