I used to be in thrall
to my subconscious
believing it to be pure of
image and thought
automatic writing
stream of subconscious
the words would come and
images appear in words
often I would be in thrall
to the flow
but other times
would have to force a thought
drag it from somewhere
images mashing ideas
some of which I thought interesting
who was I kidding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem