When I awoke, there it was
A poem like a seed
In my mind's eye, for no one else,
For me, and me alone to read
Should I arise and write it down
Submit it to The World
Or fall asleep again, forget it,
Deny it, ever to be heard?
There's no one else to blame then
So, it's hardly such a sin
For those that ever read it
Will either frown, or grin
You see, I give it life that night
I allowed it to be free
I got up and wrote it down
For all the World to see...
Sir. This is a lovely poem. This is the same thing that happens to me too. Love.Risha
I've had snatches of songs come to me in the night and rescued bits, but never poetry. You've got a poet's soul Colin. And it's a very good poem! jim
Words that come in the night are always to be welcomed. You are a true poet. Write on, Colin. As always, Sandra
Yes, a beautiful poem and an interesting one at that. Yes, a situation every poet has to go through once in a while. Love...................................................Risha
I can relate to this one. If we do not get up and write it down it is lost forever. Sometimes thoughts disturb my sleep.
I have had the same experience....interesting. Thank you for speaking of it....the mind's eye sees alot. Cheers!
Colin! I think this happens to most of the poets. My wife compares it with conceiving a baby. Whn i finished the job somewhere at midnight, she looks at me we halfclosed eyes and asks'where is the baby' or 'easy labour'...Ha! sometimes we are found funny by others. I felt so good reading this poem.
This does happen (the first part: awakening and a poem is there) and it is a delightful thought. A worthwhile thought letting it be free, but I can't quite believe that. A poet letting a poem fly away. I guess you are on a higher plane than I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey i love this poem, so true. so many times its happened to me tho the time poems come to me is at night so I have to admit many hav been lost due to my laziness :) x