Very active brain waves.
Faint music in the near distance.
Downed routine meds.
Mental images of thoughtful visits.
Winds of inspiration blowing;
Penned numerous poems-
An activity calming to my spirit.
Light off. Slept.
Light on. Penned more poems.
Light off. Deep thoughts.
Light on. Penned more poems.
Pulled the plug on inspiration.
Finally slept.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When poems come, they come in endless succession.... Then they take a hiatus! Nice to see you back!
Thank you Valsa for your valuable comments. It certainly was one of those nights.