Night Movies
all night words and images
play across the ceiling
imperfectly white
my personal movie screen
never-ending loops
without plot or
character development
the frames flicker and skip
the sound stutters
along with the images
as I doze
the reel jerks to a start
when I wake
yet again
minutes later
if you are everyone in your dreams
what about these
late night rapid ponderings
when sleep won’t come or stay
Pamela Olson, 4/14/08
This poem was written for the Monday Mural prompt at Poefusion.
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