Sleepless Poets

Sleepless Poets

Sometimes,

when our minds are uncluttered by life,

when free from the chains of time and expectation,

in that silent space between night and day,

we rise to creation.

Our minds can explore the universe

our hearts can feel each and every warm ray of sun;

reach into the heavens of our love and adoration.

Or we can plumb the treacle black depths of hell

to find the darkest of our despairs,

to feel each and every cut and blue bruise

that forces its pain upon our wracked and tortured hearts.

We collect these deep, moonlit thoughts,

then strike the keys to purge them

one by one

from the virgin pages

of our over tired minds.

And so,

 another write is done.

 

25/03/13

Reviews

[Robin]

Wonderfully stated John. This poem articulates the wonderous mind of a poet. Our brain never stops. Words run together with no meaning until they hit the page. Then out of the depths of our soul, a masterpiece. Even if only to ourselves. This is your masterpiece. Very well done.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you kindly Robin

[SHEEMA HUQ]

words written with great widosm without a preachy dimension, very thought provoking John, a great speach in fact

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Sheema

[KAOlmsted]

I woke up last night from a sound sleep and scratched some words on the back of an envelope with a dull pencil in the dark. I have no earthly idea what they mean, but I'm definitely going to work them into something...I owe those thoughts that much. I liked this one a lot, John. I'm glad you had it in you, and even gladder you purged it onto the page.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Burning the midnight oil. It shows a fertile mind to wake thinking poetry my lady! Thank you always Kimmer!

[KAOlmsted]

Always my pleasure, John...I live pretty much all day in my head. If it's not poetry it's the book. Thanks ;-)

[Dr Ayaz chandio]

Very true...and very beautifully put as always.this is an elegant piece!

sleepless poet....keep shining over sleeping world.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks Ayaz

[A. H. Pinley]

A journal, a diary of collected thought. You always have a solid writing approach. Great work!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks AHP you are very kind.

[Arun Paul Kapur]

Such a fabulous creation. We need more artists like yourself in the world good sir

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You are very kind Arun

[Claire Twinn]

You have certainly been busy penning your fabulous creations. Think I need a holiday to unclutter my mind too....!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Claire. This is the first time in all my life I have used down time as just that. Even if I have fitted in some work too lol. Hey you monkey i thought you had just got back from America!

[Claire Twinn]

That was five months ago! I'm off to Bulgaria in two weeks. Enjoy the rest of your holiday.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Dirty stop out!
Enjoy Easter Claire

[Gerald Parker]

A sympathetic view of the poetic creation process, possibly less of a torture than some of us find - treacle black is a striking phrase, reminding me of 'Bible black.'

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I guess we have all burned the midnight oil but I have never been one to loose sleep to writing. To pain maybe but never to the pen. Thanks Gerald for reading.

[Gerald Parker]

Poems have kept me awake and have hung around for days, weeks, months even years.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The tortured artist.

[Gerald Parker]

Och noo.

[Rhianne Ney]

This is plausible, Mr. McFayden. We, and our mind really are sleepless always searching for something that we can write about. Today, I got really crazy when I only have the back of a receipt to write a poem on. I wasn't even able to complete it!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Tanks Rhianne. Why not use your mobile phone to record your thoughts? or write smaller letters lol!

[Rhianne Ney]

I forgot my phone that time so I used the receipt ):

[John Alexander McFadyen]

At least that is creative.

[Rhianne Ney]

Yeah, i also think it was

[Leslie Philibert]

I feeling I know, this got-it ! when you finish a poem. And the addiction - as soon as one is finished, you start thinking abouit the next..

[John Alexander McFadyen]

We are a tiresome bunch don't you think Leslie. Only joking I feel so privilaged to get to read so much writing and be part of it al!