the personification of poems

last night i dreamt that
my unfinished poems
came to life.

the ones on my phone
thanked their stars, because
they'd be worked on fastest.

the ones on my laptop
had aged so much,
they moved the slowest.

those running around, were
drafts on my blog, not knowing
what to do with all my sudden attention.

sitting and chatting away from the rest,
the ready-to-make poems from my head
waited their turn to move to the phone at 2 am.