ink for thought: 03.10

Tuesday 9 March 2010

sleep writing

I write my best poetry when I'm asleep.
pioneering paths through the uncharted unconscious
I plot wordy insurrection
overthrowing tyrannical grammatical conventions
deeply rooted inventions, created through subconscious retention

Or so I'm told....

I write my best poetry when I'm asleep.
the shoemaker's elves working like dwarves in a mine
but from it's the mine of my unaware mind
that they chisel out the gems I don't speak.

I write my best poetry when I'm asleep.
those few precious hours rest are
where I display my art
for an audience of none or
as many as my dream may hold captive

I write my best poetry when I'm asleep.
words woven like silken silver,
dancing in moonshine, ethereal like.
and only the faintest glimmers remain,
once the consciousness takes hold.