a poet speaks
who listens to the silence
phantoms of the night
shadows in the corners
sliding down the walls
following sun down
into the fading dusk
the muse sparks
a fire in a poet’s heart
starting a chain of thought
resulting in confused scribbling
on ink stained napkins
scratched into the neon glow
the night releases the ghosts
the pen pulsates
in the hand of the messenger
writing without movement
thinking without thought
gravitates towards another heart
which beats in rhythm
with the madness
the pulse quickens
at the stroke of midnight
awakening dreaming souls
leading them into wakeful watching
above the body they inhabit
to float into the words of rhyme
a world without time
yes i agree with erin very middle of the night feel very spontaneous write?
Reviewed by Amy Hess (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2003
you've completely captured another poet friend of mine. thank you. i haven't thought of him in a long time . . . (it was the neon reference that did it.)
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
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Maria
Hugs Peg
and a joy to read.
a fire in a poet’s heart
starting a chain of thought
resulting in confused scribbling
on ink stained napkins..."
Don't you just hate it that happens?!!Sharing the "feel" of this one; I understand.