Sunday, June 18, 2006

Morning Word Rush
By Don Iannone

Spastic fingers clumsily type
euphorically exotic word rushes
onto an unlined virtual page
like an out-of-control waterfall
spewing liquid rainbows
on thick droopy half-opened eyelids
sagging from an opium overdose
of early morning REM sleep.

Suddenly a poem appeared.

9 comments:

Dan said...

Ah!

Rob said...

Perhaps you had been working at it in your sleep.
Have you been writing poetry long? Do you notice developments in style?
With music I sometimes feel I am getting nowhere -then all of a sudden I find I am on a new level.
I often get ideas at night....I am vaguely aware of them in half-sleep.

Rauf said...

Comes like an unstoppable torrent Don.

Mike said...

I know that feeling!! Although, at that time of the morning, it's rarely "euphorically exotic words" I write... :)

Don Iannone said...

Dan...thanks my awakened friend!

Rob...yes indeed, ideas percolate into my consciousness from my sleep. I think it's a natural thing most people experience. Post some of your music. Would love to hear it.

Rauf...I call you the photographic eye (I). It was indeed a torrent.

Blessings to all.

Don Iannone said...

Mike...thank you kindly! Like I said...spastic fingers clumsily type...LOL

Imemine said...

some overdose of positive and poetic words

Anonymous said...

thanks imemine. some mornings it is a word rush, and others a rush for words.

Liquidplastic said...

Ahhh, so it is.

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