I used to have night dreams
Night scenes
Movies in black and white
Lacking color, always dark
A memory spark
taking flight
A disappointment
a disillusionment
could be a ghostwrite
Where my soul of rage
screams in the night
and fears take flight
Now it's insomnia
Fantasia
done in spotlight
Words are creeping
mind sweeping
with sleepy eyesight
Nothing else to do
a preview
to the days' light
Not missing the dreams
It seems
I'd rather write.
14 April 2007
I like this one very much, JoJo. I've been there so many times myself......... Love, Fran xxx
This is a very clever and fluid write, Jo Jo. Looks like you're in the same boat with the rest of us. This place is addictive. But it beats insomnia! Linda
Very nice write flows well and is very airy of dreamscape.....well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another beauty from your heart.Happens to all of us...myself have written much down but not a place to post for me. It is a joy to be able to log on from this place and see quality, honest poetry from you and most others. Miss your words.Hugs, mm