Inside the dream we see,
Hidden plasma
Popping purple neon
and dramatic recourse.
Inside the dream we see,
White truth
Painted clouds
and a moon made of cool sand.
Inside the dream we see,
graciousness.
Gregory Gathman, USA
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Inside the Dream
In Poetry on February 21, 2018 at 9:50 amThe Ancient Planet
In Poetry on February 7, 2018 at 10:05 amWe went to the Ancient Planet
to survive on kernels of certainty—
only to beam into the Inward Satellite
that rings like a swell
bell.
Gregory Gathman, USA
Garbage Poem
In Poetry on January 29, 2018 at 9:45 amI want to write but
all I write is
Garbage.
And who wants to read that?
That’d be like
digging in the trash
to find
rotten leftovers
and expecting anyone to
eat it.
It’s not a 5-star meal.
The words start as
thoughts in my head
and end up like
garbage on the page.
Stinking of second-rate talent.
Smelling like weak attempt.
Oozing desperation.
I cling to the notion that
I should be doing
this.
Grasping at my titles:
“poet”
“writer”
“artist”
Hoping I can be creative in
any way.
Hoping I can still make this
work.
So, tell me,
Who wants to read my
Garbage poem?
It may be my best yet.
Julia Bodwell, USA
