Sleeping Genius

Images of Dreamland

Whispers, darkness, written prose

Deciphering riddles, answers unknown

Spinning, dizzy, lie back on the grass

Images flashing, ghosts from the past

Skeletons dancing, ravens cry

Elegant music, dragons fly

Paintings of dreamtime, beautifully drawn

Priceless in value, vanished by dawn.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Maybe we are all geniuses in our dream states in the wild creativity that flies around our slumbering spirits. O to capture some of it and sprinkle it on the page. But as you say 'vanished by dawn.' But seriously, I prefer to write in the mornings and have always thought we are closer to our sub-conscious then. The evenings are for editing:)))