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

[Junert]

Wow. Awesome. The ending is mwah.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Junert!

[Rita L. Sev]

A common-among-poets sentiment, beautifully expressed. I enjoyed this!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Some poets. Think we have all burnt the midnight oil at some time. Many thanks Rita

[Emerald Seas]

You've captured the creative mind quite well here.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It was after a fellow poet told me yesterday that he got up in the night to write a poem. Thanks QSS

[s y e]

Wow, soooo true!! I loved this.

Speaks the truth about a real life situation. Smart cookie!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Pasta lass! Hey the photo with 'Cotton Candy' was very American and I think that is what threw me. And terms like 'cookie'; me thinks that Frieda is a bad influence on you lass!

[s y e]

Hahahaha, my bad! Im very much Scottish, believe me ;-) hehehehe

[Mariam]

I love how you portray your thoughts and iterpret them...Thanks for sharing

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Miriam.