Waking To A Poem

Rocking into the afternoon, anticipating an entire day of writing, having started from the seconds that I actually woke up. A poem sitting and waiting for my mind to awaken, shining through on photographic screens, getting up, writing it down fully just the way it came to me. In this dream, eyes moistened with tears because it was a sad one, buried in grief; rising, getting my CD player, turning on my music, rhythm flowing. Poems and poetry being drained from my mind on a continual basis for the rest of the morning, no stopping in sight. Again, this afternoon, picking up my pen, continuing to write poetically without any effort, a beautiful way to exist. Going through dreams and into the entire day, just writing through my heart and soul, following many thoughts as they meander through my being.