Even sad dark poetry
Illuminates the paths of life
For those lining up
For the next journey
As well as those
Merely wishing to spectate
I must have talking Poetry in my dreams! I woke up with this in my head!
Even sad dark poetry
Illuminates the paths of life
For those lining up
For the next journey
As well as those
Merely wishing to spectate
I must have talking Poetry in my dreams! I woke up with this in my head!
I write poetry in my dreams all the time…it’s always flooding, so I totally get that π Great ‘night write’
Awesome thanks. This was a first for me.
oh really? Well, maybe its a new phase to your writing…I have so much writing in my mind, it leaks into my dreams…all the time. Night writing is my favourite usually, raw and highly emotional…hope it is a new phase for you π
My brain writes in between sleeping and waking – I call the result(s): Twi-lit
lol Nice….
That’s some waking dream you had, if we could all have that inspiration turns out well.
it was strange to wake up with a thought running through your mind like that. Thanks for reading
oh how powerful, true and beautiful!!!!!
Thank you L π
“Oh Westron wind/when wilt though blow/that the small rain down can rain?/Oh that my love was in my arms/and I in my bed again.” A small sad poem, centuries old, much loved.
very nice….
I often wake up with a poem in my head… π
I hope it happens again….
Your poet’s mind never stops. Thank you for being here to offer your thoughts…
Your welcome and thank you for reading!