Someone asked how do I create these monologues?
For that's all they are.
Whispers in the silence.
And so I always answer.
"Can they be what the mind hears or sees / When it leaves the spectrum of light.
To enter into deep dreams.
No one can believe / Unless it's written in seas of fonts / Blowing in a gentle poetic breeze?"
A piece exploring where creativity sometimes comes from - A place beyond conscious control.
A place where the mind hears when it stops looking - to translate dreams into language:
So others on their own patrol can believe in what it experiences beyond the laws of averages.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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