Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Entire Texts Are Given To Me

Woke up with words to a poem
Fully formed, 
Muse was whispering
 final line.
As my eyes popped open.
All but a wisp of this knowing
Disappeared in the ether
Before I could slap water on my face.
Almost totally gone,
Before coffee.
I have no doubt
Entire texts 
Are given to me
By faeries, elves and muses
As I slumber.
I am feeling
So loved.
Thank you,
Spirit Guides.

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Bernice Makotanyane March 11, 2018 at 3:50 PM That's so me. You said it all precise. I love it Caren Krutsinger March 11, 2018 at 10:47 PM Thank you, it happens to me a lot!

Agnes Krampe March 11, 2018 at 8:55 AM I know the feeling. Keep a notebook and pencil close at all times :) Caren Krutsinger March 11, 2018 at 10:47 PM Sage advice. Thanks for visiting, Agnes!

Seren Roberts March 11, 2018 at 6:45 AM I know that feeling Caren I always say thank you to my poet guide who enables me to look clever. Loved your poem.... Seren Caren Krutsinger March 11, 2018 at 10:48 PM Thank you, Seren. I appreciate it.

Kim Rodrigues March 11, 2018 at 5:22 AM Right?! I have no doubt Entire texts Are given to me Nicely said!

Maria Williams March 11, 2018 at 4:23 AM I must confess that my best inspirations come when I'm in the shower - I guess that's where my muse hangs out. So I don't have to rely on those elusive dreams. Great write. PS perhaps you may like to read my poem 'Shadow Muse' At times she does get a bit playful ...Maria Caren Krutsinger March 11, 2018 at 5:06 AM It is fantastic that you are listening, Maria. Thank you for the comments.

Silent One March 10, 2018 at 5:22 PM This happens to me also!!! My best poetry comes to me whilst I am in bed... great poem Caren.. Caren Krutsinger March 11, 2018 at 5:07 AM Thank you, Silent One. I think poets hear a voice, and oftentimes it's one know without knowing how we know.

Line Gauthier March 10, 2018 at 3:55 PM Very sweet. A delightful poem, Caren. Well done. Inspired. Caren Krutsinger March 11, 2018 at 5:07 AM Thank you, Line. It came to me way after the final line, so I have no idea if it's the poem they gave me.

Arturo Michael March 10, 2018 at 3:24 PM I experience your poem many times, half the time I can't recall what came to mind...When I do...I'm lucky...All the best Caren Caren Krutsinger March 10, 2018 at 7:05 PM Thank you Arturo. I wonder if we DO retain them, just aren't aware?