Poems come to the mind slowly.
Like light from a distant star,
Some have been a long time coming.
Ideas pop into the mind all at once.
Like an illuminated room,
At the flip of a switch one sees all.
Ideas for poems then, appear ghostly.
Like a child mid-daydream,
Half here half somewhere unknown.
Poets come to the shore lowly.
Like sailors from a distant land,
Some have spent an eternity sailing.
Like your idea of
Like your idea of flicking a lit switch and there they are all those ideas. Must be enspiring. Mine comes from a jumble of sight sounds and distractions around - shall I give detail, mood and the content is important too?? A good read here Sky thanks for sharing ideas.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Nice and pleasent poem to
Nice and pleasent poem to read! You've got a knack for fluidity in your poems!
Thanks for the read and the
Thanks for the read and the compliments!
Looking forward to reading your pieces.
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.
Ok, but I warn you they are
Ok, but I warn you they are quite a bit different lol.