I like it, & its succinctness, Max. Dream come dream go, just like that.
Doug
On 2013-03-27, at 5:14 AM, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Hi Max -sadly I can no longer remember my dreams when I wake up -so am
> envious give my love to the inland dugong
> P
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Max Richards
> Sent: 27 March 2013 11:12
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> Subject: 'Dugong Dream'
>
> Dugong Dream
>
>
> The dream was of a huge
> sluglike creature in mud
> flailing forward with stumpy
>
> fore-legs like a mutilated
> swimmer's arms,
> or fins maybe.
>
> The word-brain fished up
> 'dugong?', the doubting
> brain pooh-poohed this,
>
> so far from sea or river.
> Questioning froze the dream,
> mud congealed, faded,
>
> misnamed 'dugong'
> lapsed to dreamlessness.
>
Douglas Barbour
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