A new record! I am
writing with my eyes shut.
Inspiration, what time do you call this?
Soon I will be rising before the
sparrows,
or writing poems in my sleep;
dream-depth dribblings will be
scrawled on a page that can’t
be read with waking eyes.
But now sleeping and waking are
becoming ever more alike –
my writing resembles my dreams;
and dreams decorate my days.
For a poem written in the depths of exhaustion, this is pretty good I reckon. A bit of a snip & prune & it’d definitely stand up to out of marathon scrutiny 🙂
Thank you so much! I think we all know what a struggle the 24th poem was!
Me again, I stopped writing comments after this first one while I read the rest cos I’d have been stopping every other poem or so. You’ve definitely had a great 24 hours, so many wonderful lines, images & poems. You’re gonna have a lot of fun editing these into shape. Super impressed by your output. Chookas 🙂
Thanks so much Gareth, it’s an honour to have you read them! 🙂