by Cynth'ya Lewis firstname.lastname@example.org
Saturday, July 08, 2006
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Let the words take wing. . .
infrequence of sleep is not an anomaly to any writer;
like Ray said "NightTime is the Write-Time"
if i might be so presumptuous as to change that meaning,
for it's the time you and i can sit on old worn-out chairs
whose upholstery is way past half life, sip lukewarm tea
and whatever else is faintly nutritious to our nerves;
and we talk to the screen. . . fingertip by fingertip. . .
in our aural state of observance,
we may listen to the be-boppity jazz,
the flighty folk, brazen bluegrass, or
perhaps a serene symphony from silent composers
but no matter the tune intermingles with our
it brings about a weirdness of the strangest genre
(depending on whom we try to explain our brains to)
and if the partner, the spouse, the family dog or cat
who learns to feed itself when we get a flow goin'. . .
and we call the resulting dots, tittle and scribbles
of many languages by one word, one statement,
one verse at a time. . . and for no better reason
to do so in the film of a desperately seeking dawn
than to be at a place where no one else can go,
a point of view that we don't expect others to
often understand. . . shoot i jus' 'spose
when it comes to scripting matters of the
burdens and elations and whatever else
we harvest from our souls, we all owe it to ourselves
to go ahead, run the red light of commonality,
and take a breath, then with daring dive down deep,
and explore with new eyes the very thing
that others tend to edit out of this thing we call
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|I love the images you left me with this fantastic write.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|Right you are. Great write!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i sleep 3-5 hours a night ... may times, i fal asleep only to awaken a couple of hours later with an idea that arrilved from within a dream ... there was a period for about 2 years when i slept 3 or less hours a day ... my motto was "why should i sleep my creativity away" but i've gotten better ... a good night's sleep is now 5 hours ...|
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
And I love the graphic...
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Cynth'ya, you have composed aclassic tht speaks to all writers of why we do what we do! Splendid work Sis, you nailed it spot-on!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Concur completely, Cynth'ya, superb writing. You set the tone and mood perfectly in well-chosen verse; BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Superb, Sista'! BRAVA!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|I have this little voice that keeps going on and on about 3AM. It's like having a bag of squirrels in my head and it needs to get out and be heard. I wish the little sucker had daylight hours.
You said it well.
|Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine
|So very, very true for writers and you say it so well. R|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Great images, Cynth'ya. I don't "let" myself get out of bed and start writing anymore, I don't even allow the words to bounce around in my brain or I will be awake every night sitting here at the keyboard telling myself that sleep eludes me. It was no easy feat, but I have trained myself that once I go to bed, the computer doesn't come back on and I no longer keep a notepad next to my bed either. We all go through phases when we just can't shut our brain down, but I have tried my best to harness that so I can get the rest I need. I am impossible to deal with if I don't get enough sleep, so I do it for others as much as I do it for myself...and I have learned how to drop myself into that hazy, twisted mind space that I used to write in when I was suffering from sleep dep when I wish to employ it for a certain write. I loved this poem though, as I have been it that place more times than I want to admit.. For me, I think it was partly hormonal as well...you know that mood and life altering time known as "the onset of Menopause."
|Reviewed by Joyce Hale
|I feel as though I was sitting with you, late at night, sipping, listening, thinking.... while you create, Cynth'ya. Well done!!
|Reviewed by Kay P Devenish
|I love this,I love this,I love this,just perfect writing,keep digging deep Cynth'ya as I am growing happily in the warm fertile soil of your awsome words.As poet I can relate to what you wrote,it's true.
Best wishes always