Maylee Bossy

(17/02/95)

A Poet's Soul


A poet's soul never sleeps
For sleep would be the death of creativity
That which fuels innovation and love making
Painting murals on whitewashed walls
It flourishes in the darkened alleyways
Black cats purring at the sound of unwritten words
And in the meadows where tulips provoke the purest of emotions

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2013

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  • L Rao (3/26/2014 12:43:00 AM)

    Hi Maylee
    This is Rao from bangalore pls check my poems even I'm on PH I believe that poetry & sleep has much to do from ages I do recall a poem of brother keats (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (2/10/2013 10:57:00 AM)

    Your are absolutely right. A poet never sleeps untill exhaustion sets in.
    The creative mind is overcome twenty-four hours a day seven a week. (Report) Reply

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