Do we sleep in rhyme,
With words rehearsed?
In unconscious state,
Do poets dream, in verse?
Do we see the lines,
That always take form?
When we awake,
Are poems born?
Do we fear our nightmares?
Or are they only a guise?
For the stanzas we compose,
In our slumbering eyes?
Do we imagine scenes,
While lying prone in bed?
Ideas and stories,
That reside in our head?
Does ink flow through,
Our vessels like blood?
Do we write each day,
To contain the flood?
Do poets dream in verse?
Do our minds ever rest?
Or do we fear, that our thoughts
Will simply go, unexpressed?
"To contain the
"To contain the flood"...that's often what it feels like to me :) Love this! It's really well written.
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james