I Dream Poetry
From time to time,
I suffer from poetic insomnia ...
sleep deprived makes my muse grumpy
Even I don’t want that sulking soul around me
Dreamless nights
makes my pen yield lethargic writes
No creativity ... no spontaneity,
just listless words on a page
Wooden emotion props on a paper stage
So I always desire to sleep, to dream
It allows my mind to wondrously be open to everything,
even things I wouldn’t have thought I could imagine
in my wildest dreams
Such is the enchanting properties of poetry
When I dream poetry;
my thoughts morph into yours thoughts,
my dreams hold hands with your reality
I become you,
and you become me
This is how true poets see
We dream of the words,
others find difficult to speak
The poet in me must dream,
how else will you spirits, who are worlds away,
have an astral sherpa path to receive me?
Contest: What inspires you to write poetry
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Date: 9-5-17
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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