Jodie Baeyens

Collecting Dust


I have a collection of single lines

that will never become poems.


Thoughts and moments

that I can’t pull anything from.


Like waking from a dream

with nothing more than a feeling

that can’t be put into words,

but stays with you throughout the day.


Draped over my shoulders

until I discard it

over the back

of an old chair

waiting to be put away.

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