Artist’s Block: The Dream Poem


She sleeps across
From an un-finished canvas
She prays
Down on her knees
…To create
“What is work?”
She whispers
“What is Love?”
Her dreams reply
Smearing clouds
From her pillow
“That is my purpose”
She realizes
Over her short slumber

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