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.
Ah!
ReplyDeletePerhaps you had been working at it in your sleep.
ReplyDeleteHave 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.
Comes like an unstoppable torrent Don.
ReplyDeleteI know that feeling!! Although, at that time of the morning, it's rarely "euphorically exotic words" I write... :)
ReplyDeleteDan...thanks my awakened friend!
ReplyDeleteRob...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.
Mike...thank you kindly! Like I said...spastic fingers clumsily type...LOL
ReplyDeletesome overdose of positive and poetic words
ReplyDeletethanks imemine. some mornings it is a word rush, and others a rush for words.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, so it is.
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