Whatever is in you mind at the time..whether or not it makes sense, does not matter... it's your emotions and your thoughts, "crazy" or not....poetry is just for that!
Warmly, B
I have often wondered the same John. Sometimes I look at a poem and think, did I write that? Let the words flow. I don’t find crazy gibberish here. Hope you are ok. It’s been a while. All good wishes to you.
I like this gibberish, but love the closing lines "and the sidewalk speaks of all the places I'll go". Very, well, "zen" ?. Anyhow, an enjoyable read. ~Jim
We poets have such an erratic relationship with the pen and the muse. But when it all materializes into a finished product, we are truly pleased, but not a minute before! I keep tweaking my work, and when I finally read it without doing so, then I know its complete. That's my gratification. Good to meet you, John! Your gibberish reads pretty cool, actually...so perhaps I'm crazy, too!
And when you question that pen and its flow, poetry is born!
The unending thoughts and questioning barely make sense to ourselves, but somehow when you introduce the pen to paper, the chaos ceases and sense begins to unravel the nightmare that is our thoughts.
When the pen finally finds rest, we find it too.
Superb write.