In my sleep out of no where
A poetic voice emerged to
Recite a verse melodious
So clear and audible to mind.
The epiphany woke me up stunned
Alas! Memory retained not a line
Quick was its loss in a swift blink
Like a song of impish wind chime.
2.28.2016
This poem sums up what it's like to dream perfectly. Everything seems so clear, until one is awake.
It has happened to me too! It is said that Coleridge's famous poem Kubla Khan was composed by the lines he got in his dream. But he regretted that he couldn't retrieve all the lines. The muse can dictate even in our sleep. But as we don't have a pen or paper, we cannot write down and by the time we wake up, the muse must have fled and the lines fade into nothingness! You have powerfully articulated the predicament!
Thank you Valsa. You said it right. Our muse is so good in vanishing!
very deep poem about the apparition of inspiration and the dictating of the Muse!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O yes - many a poet's experience well expressed, Savita