I've Forgotten How to Feel on Paper

Welcome back!

The half sleep rhyme flicker!

Sounds like threshold consciousness to me.

Keep a dream journal.

Most of my dreams do not merit journaling. :D I have, many times, roused enough to write things down when they felt worthy. I just can't seem to get to the writing part very often lately. Thanks for giving this a place on your reading list, and for the nice comment. Very much appreciated.

OMG, YES!!! All the time. I have volumes of poetry books in the dark recesses of my brain. Sadly, that's mostly where they're going to stay.
But every once in a while.... keep writing them!
❤️k

I guess we'll just chalk it up to the things that really need to get written get written, eh? :-)

Thanks so much for the comment and commiseration!

Thank you so much. It's lovely to see you knocking around the old joint, too. :-)

Such a lovely comment, thank you. Flattered that you added this to your reading list.

And, yes, such is life :-)

I feel you, intimately. There are worlds we touch into, when we are quiet, the heart is an ocean of continents that rise and submerge.

Your comment is poetry. Thank you. Your words mean a lot to me.

It's my pleasure. 💖

So write in red.  Make the words bleed out like fresh wounds.

Or, fire.

I once read a quote from someone somewhere about writing from the scar and not the wound. Though, I think I've mostly been a wound sort of writer. It gets a bit muddy when it's somewhere between the two, or when I'm something more like comfortably numb. Appreciate the read and response on this. I know I've not been very active, and didn't reply in a timely matter.

Yes, it certainly is. Thanks for the comment! My apologies for not catching it and thanking you at the time.

Yeah i get lots of inspiration in shower and when in bed, so i could relate to this awesome poem well expressed wow!Kudos!!

Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.

Thank you. I suppose if we could just press a button for it, then it probably wouldn't be worth doing or mean very much. Sometimes the words come, and sometimes they never feel adequate, do they? Appreciate you stopping by to read and comment.

Same, my friend, same. I go through long dry spells in which no matter how hard I try lines just won't come. Then, all of a sudden, something happens and the floodgates open. Eloquently and enjoyable expressed thought. Thanks for sharing!

Mundus

Your comments are so kind. Thank you for dropping in to my poems and leaving your thoughts. :-)