Accidental Writer

by Bernard Hamel
Wild Poetry Forum
Third Place, June 2018
Judged by R.T. Castleberry


I take them out, one at a time
watch them speak to each other
recite alphabet like hymns
until the word is a poem,
and when there’s enough
they’ll take me to the dance
romance me in language
maybe think themselves a novel,
spell my name correctly;

or just put them carefully
inside my pillow
and when the dreams end
I’ll lay them out on the sheets
and read love letters
I write in my sleep…


a puckish look at dreaming the writing process --R.T.Castleberry