Of what dreams may come

A poem about writing.

I can write of stories. I can write of glory. I can write of the meek or strong. I can write of woe and sorrow. I can write of a better tomorrow.

I can write of girls, of boys of love. Of sin or all of the above.

I can write of song, or shame or tears. I can write of all your darkest fears.

But what to do when the ink runs dry, the hand cramps, or ideas die. I resort to the music; My pillow, the drum. I lye asleep and ponder of what dreams may come.

Author's Note

spelling and grammar, my old foe.

Reviews

[Rogue]

This flowed really well. And I like the thoughts here. Sometimes the ideas just run out for a bit. So we seek inspiration from other sources that spark the imagination again and fuel the dreams.

Well done piece. :)

[annabellee]

Beautiful poem, I really enjoyed reading it. I has a nice flow and I especially liked the last stanza.

[Install88]

thank you for such wonderful comments. I truly appreciate them.

[annabellee]

You're welcome :)