I Dream Poetry...
I write all the time...sometimes even as I sleep, I dream of words and lines that collide to
become my next poem or verse. Sobriety has awaken me and the once lost inner man that
was hidden by a thick shell of emptiness and words that were once trapped inside of him,
now flow from his mind. A new man has emerged from his cocoon that was lost in a glass
full of lost promises and dreams that never really came true. As I dream of the letter” A” it
starts my poem and it ends as spell out the word wonderful to conclude the poem, I awaken
then write it down. As I day dream on a beach of white pearl like sand and sip on a fruity
drink another poem enters my head...”Regal white beaches that were once as empty as a
dessert now filled with people who gather around the beaches edges like a herd of
wildebeest grazing on the great majestic African plains." Were these words come from I don’t
know, but they gather on one side of my brain and then they merge on the freeway of
nerves that lead to my hand. Over taken by my erg to hurry to write them down, I stop all
other activities until I have recorded each word or thought down on piece of paper. I
dreamed of poetry...now I will write it down.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment