Last night again I dreamt of you.
You walked across the field of wheat,
And didn’t know I was there, too,
Or maybe didn’t want to know,
Or didn’t care to count to two–
You never had a knack for math.
You sailed the cooling seas of dew,
Bluebells lay crushed beneath your feet.
You walked alone, and we both knew.
Written for WD Magic 9 Poetic Form Challenge
But you have to use it right.
Says Mr. Chris Anderson, president and curator of TED.
(In case the link expires, you’ll find the article in the Review section of the WSJ, Sat–Sun, April 30–May 1, 2016.)
There’s wisdom living in the written word.