Walterrean Salley

Gold Star - 5,215 Points (Savannah, Ga)

A Common Addiction Among Poets - Poem by Walterrean Salley

Intoxicated by the inspiration
Of his trade—
With mental powers at work,
A true poet rarely sleeps.
His mind ever churning
With powerful imagery
That produces thought,
Sound, rhythm and gesture.
He molds with metaphor,
Shapes with simile,
And paints with irony
Like some great maestro
In his toil to produce
A beautiful symphony
For himself and all who would enjoy.
Little wonder he rarely sleeps.

© 2009

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry, poets

Comments about A Common Addiction Among Poets by Walterrean Salley

  • Gold Star - 24,522 Points Liza Sud Russia (9/25/2015 11:37:00 AM)

    oh sleep well, sleep well! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 11,436 Points G. Akanji Olaniyi (8/31/2015 11:41:00 PM)

    That is exactly right! You have got what the poets get addicted with! tfs! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,662 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (7/16/2015 7:09:00 PM)

    A towering tribute thiat is true of many great poets! Well done my friend! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,139 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (4/30/2015 11:34:00 AM)

    Poets live in a loony place
    thoughts churning on their face
    Till it fall in line on the open page
    A poem that has taken shape...............

    Good poem and I agree with you......... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 72,720 Points Kelly Kurt (4/2/2015 3:05:00 PM)

    No sleep for me either. Wonderful poem
    Peace (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 119 Points Tania Linsdell (2/7/2015 11:50:00 PM)

    This is so true. I keep a notebook by the pillow,
    Write it down and then sleep...
    Until I think of an adjustment to be made! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 28,812 Points Kim Barney (2/7/2015 6:04:00 PM)

    Well said! Well said!
    A poet's mind
    never stops,
    even when in bed! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 37,682 Points Rajnish Manga (2/7/2015 2:23:00 AM)

    The poem tries to catch the action going on in a poet's mind. He is always thoughtful, busy in his imagery, sound, rhythm and gestures and never asking for rest To produce a beautiful symphony
    (Like some great maestro) / For himself and all who would enjoy / Little wonder he rarely sleeps. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,983 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (2/7/2015 2:05:00 AM)

    Absolutely so. Now I can recall days and nights I passed with a churning mind inside, sleepless, perhaps like all other poets. Excellent thinking Sally. Congratulations and full marks to you. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 50,494 Points Akhtar Jawad (10/25/2014 11:29:00 AM)

    No doubt love of poetry is an addiction. A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,120 Points Heather Wilkins (10/14/2014 6:55:00 PM)

    great thought about the poet and so true a writer must write his thoughts emotions (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,360 Points Frank Avon (9/18/2014 3:28:00 AM)

    Nice touch. An understanding of the poetic mind. I must be a true poet, for these days I rarely sleep! ! It's just as you say: my mind is ever churning / With powerful imagery / Sound, rhythm and gesture. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 972 Points Chandra Thiagarajan (2/10/2013 1:18:00 AM)

    Little wonder you have mirrored the minds of poets you being an addicted poet.! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,456 Points Valsa George (8/18/2012 6:49:00 AM)

    Yes very true, once we are in a mood, poetry becomes an addiction! ! The portrait you have drawn is flawless! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Heather Wilson (6/1/2012 1:20:00 AM)

    Oh, what an addiction it is, but would anyone want a cure? . such a great write. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 519 Points Joseph Anderson (5/16/2012 10:06:00 AM)

    A ban on that old sleep robber. I bet some of your best arrive at night, mine disappear by morn- very
    thought evoking write. A10 yes! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 481 Points Danny Draper (3/25/2012 5:19:00 AM)

    This beautifully sums up many a late night and even lost opportunity for the sake of our driven outcomes. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie David Gerardino (2/29/2012 12:04:00 PM)

    And paints with irony, , i see this well...........very good. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kipper Stagg (2/26/2012 3:02:00 PM)

    Poetry is also an expression of our inner thoughts and feelings, life’s lessons learnt from a tender age. Yours is a great poem and well written and a true interpretation of life!
    Many thanks (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 170 Points Ahmed Abomahfouz (2/26/2012 11:10:00 AM)

    the poem is strong enough to mark it by 10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 22, 2015

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