Sometimes I have intense visual story like dreams. When I wake I think about the dreams bringing some elements out. Then my brains creates a story from what I remember. Sometimes, I know it's a dream and sometimes I don't.

When I actually write down my stories there is a disconnect. In my head it's perfect, on paper....not so much. It's a work in progress. :)

I had a pretty descent holidays, I hope yours went well.

Melissasue6777: I'm a bit blown away by your poetry. Even your reply is...poetic. I wonder if you dream in poetry?

I'm more of a writer than a poet, but I sure enjoy doing it even if it's not so good. It's cathartic. :)

My heart says to stop reading the poem....my mind says to never stop.

When i read this I find that I can't seem to soak up all the imagery all at once. I need to keep re-reading to look for all the nuances.

It seems just a bit different each time I read it.

It seems to me to be very well done.

Despite years of writing I am still but the learner. :)

I am from afar,
Places no longer reachable,
And no longer remembered,
I am from joy,
I am from happiness,
A sparkle in one's eye,
I am from darkness,
I am from warmth,
Spending much time submerged,
I am from darkness disturbed,
I am from pain,
And sadness,
I am from learning...new things,
I am from excitement...of discovery,
And putting strange things in my nose and mouth,
I am from my mother,
I am from my father,
And the things they instilled in me...good and bad

-The Sailing Poet

Days end,
Darkness falling,
Dimming lights...scurrying to hide
Silence takes hold...in the darkness,
laying quietly though...in the dark,
Unable to see,
The ears pick up the unheard,
Noises arise...slowly at first,
Then growing,
The crickets singing,
The building groaning,
The neighbor talking on the phone,
The dog dreaming,
Soon the silence booms loudly,
Until sleep takes hold...

Days end,
Darkness falling,
Dimming lights...scurrying to hide
Silence takes hold...in the darkness,
laying quietly though...in the dark,
Unable to see,
The ears pick up the unheard,
Noises arise...slowly at first,
Then growing,
The crickets singing,
The building groaning,
The neighbor talking on the phone,
The dog dreaming,
Soon the silence booms loudly,
Until sleep takes hold...