In a half dream
Words grow
Then go
On my changing screen.
Oh! sweet sleep
Make me free
Of poetry!
But no, for poetry
Is me.
In a half dream
Words grow
Then go
On my changing screen.
Oh! sweet sleep
Make me free
Of poetry!
But no, for poetry
Is me.
I can relate to this:)
Many thanks for commenting. I think many writers have experienced this. I’m glad you like my poem and can relate to it. Best wishes. Kevin
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Thank you for kindly sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
Sometimes it is very difficult getting the distance we need. xx Michael
You are right, and the sleep also, Michael. Best wishes. Kevin