Walterrean Salley

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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

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (4/29/2016 1:50:00 PM)

    With powerful imagery! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Roseann Shawiak (1/10/2016 7:43:00 PM)

    Sleep, what's that? When I listen to music and start writing, translating the rhythms to poetry I write for 2 - 3 days in a row without sleeping or eating, addicted to the waterfall of thoughts flowing through my mind. Becoming a symphony of feeling life, love and nature among many other things. Never want to be cured of my poetical addiction. Love this poem, right up my alley. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Liza Sudina Liza Sudina (9/25/2015 11:37:00 AM)

    oh sleep well, sleep well! (Report) Reply

  • G. Akanji Olaniyi 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

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon 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

  • 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

  • Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (4/2/2015 3:05:00 PM)

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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Rajnish Manga 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

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage 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

  • Akhtar Jawad Akhtar Jawad (10/25/2014 11:29:00 AM)

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

  • Heather Wilkins 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Valsa George 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

  • Heather Wilson 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

  • 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

  • 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

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

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

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 22, 2015


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