(Re) New

I spin all my ideas as freely as I get them
emptying myself of verses and rhythms.
Those missed are gone as happens, expectedly.

Then in my sleep, empty, I’m transported
to the poetical nebula where I traverse
the expanse of unconsciousness, where ideas
recognize me and travel with me.

From sleep, my crucible of rest I awake forged new.
Filled with fresh thoughts more than I can name.
In awake hours, in bursts, they present themselves freely,
oddly familiar threads for me to weave my new lyrics.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Day 5 prompt: Write a “metamorphosis” poem; details here from 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

About Shari Smothers

Welcome to Telling Stories, my creative writing space. My name is Shari Smothers. Poems help me to understand the world and to explain my world to others. They're my premier story telling tools. There's more to come, so please share with me through reading, commenting, emailing. Learn more about Shari here. And do come again!

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