Poetic Nightmare

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #170
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magic, forest, swarm, storming, words, without
hangs, while, thrive, passions, creature, jump, hum

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And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #210
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Poetic Nightmare

Words swarm in forest of thoughts,
hang in the stormy air, humming
that low buzzing hum that means
they are up to something.

Soon become magical creatures
that thrive on passions better
left without clear definitions.
Leap and jump from highest branches,

while poet sleeps
unsuspecting.

Elizabeth Crawford  7/20/14

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27 Responses to Poetic Nightmare

  1. That’s the story of my (poetic) life!

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  2. Your creatures are much kinder than mine, letting you sleep like that!

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  3. oldegg says:

    The poets are dreaming not sleeping! Words certainly do thrive better on passions! I wouldn’t write otherwise.

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  4. Sumana Roy says:

    love these animated words that make a poet…i could feel each word’s breath here…

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  5. jo-hanna says:

    Gorgeous. Both words and image. Love the wires leading the eye to an unknown distance with hoped for pleasures.

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  6. jae rose says:

    I love the idea of words humming all around…maybe we gather them up in our dreams and soil them on paper in the morning…and i love the sleeping poet..faithful that they will always come..

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  7. jae rose says:

    bloody auto correct – not spoil – spill! :~ so sorry

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  8. brian miller says:

    ah but perhaps the poet will be aware…when the time is right…this made me think of words as playful or mischievious children…ha…fun piece….awake to a poem…perhaps….

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  9. drpkp says:

    Ah. this is lovely – “while poet sleeps….”

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  10. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    Maybe if I could sleep more (I seem to be dogged by insomnia these days), the magical creatures would come my way more often!

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  11. Susan says:

    They are up to something!!! Haha! Slippery fish, too, coming in the dreams. The nightmare is trying to net them by morning. Excellent writing.

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  12. Mary says:

    So much takes place while the poet sleeps, I think. Hopefully the poet will remember when daybreak comes!

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  13. annell4 says:

    I love that it is all happening while the poet sleeps….just in case one might be wondering what was happening while the poet was sleeping…..

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  14. poets sleep 🙂 lovely..

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  15. Sherri B. says:

    I love the idea of our words as magical creatures – it’s a very good description!

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  16. Those words, they are always up to something. Mine have been striving for silence all summer. Perhaps they’ve been feeding. This is wonderful word work, Elizabeth.

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  17. arushiahuja says:

    Sometimes you have all the words in your head and you just cant come up with anything! This is amazing!

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  18. humbird says:

    these words…love the ‘magical creatures’ surviving and preparing something while the poet’s sleeping….very magical indeed. :)x

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  19. I LOVE the image of those words hovering, ready to pounce!!!!!!

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  20. Well–I loved this Elizabeth–just magical!

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  21. G L Meisner says:

    I like it a lot. The feeling of movement is very strong with a lovely counterpoint in the last stanza.

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  22. arathi says:

    words in the forest of thoughts..so true it sure feels like that..beautifully expressed:)

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  23. Elizabeth,
    Love the ‘knowing’ of this poetic situation:)

    Eileen

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  24. Pamela says:

    That is what happens with the words, Elizabeth. I love this poem.

    Love,
    Pamela ox

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  25. Those words also have an irritating habit of waking me at four in the morning and insisting I write them down!

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  26. DELL CLOVER says:

    Oh that is GOOD! Unsuspecting poets, indeed.

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