Poems & Tigers

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All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.  ~Elias Canetti

 

I lay here in silence

Parched like a throat with too much to say

But in my dreams there is a magnificent pool

And my poems surround it like thirsty tigers

longing for more and hungry to share

I wake up swimming in words.

How Midnight Snacks are Made

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Silence is not quiet when you lay in bed at night.

  It is a creek down the hallway, or a brush of leaves by the window

 that could be a home invader. 

The more I toss the more I am certain a strange noise came

From the kitchen

It could be the fridge

I tell myself

Silence is not quiet when you lay in bed at night

It is the tap tap tap of a sink drip never fixed

Or a thump from another room

That could be someone breaking in.

The more I toss the more I am certain more noises came

From the kitchen

It could be the fridge

I tell myself

Maybe I should go see…..

©Carrie Van Horn 2019