Poets Don’t Sleep at Night, by Taya Vasilyeva
“Poets Don’t Sleep at Night,” Taya Vasilyeva, | Videography by Angelina Tolstykh
Poets Don’t Sleep at Night
Drinking wine and watching stars falling.
Another sip, another sleepless night.
They will burn out into inky blackness
just like my muted thoughts, without a fight.
Shooting stars of my disordered ruminating.
Another sip, another hour passes by.
I’ve read somewhere that the poets
don’t sleep at night. I wonder why?
I’m watching falling souls begin the ascent
to nothingness, infinity, yet peace.
I’m feeling dizzy. Too much gazing? Drinking?
Still staring fiercely. I’m afraid to miss
my lines, my answers, painless inspiration.
My eyes are hurting. I almost want to cry.
I’m reaching for a piece of paper. Smiling.
I feel my wild urge to write. I wonder why?
Taya Vasilyeva, a Russian-American poet, believes that exceptional writing can take many forms, as long as it originates from the depths of an honest, vulnerable, and inclusive soul. In her poetic journey, she finds that end rhyme isn't just a building block; it's the pulsating rhythm that propels her verses, a vivid canvas for the myriad emotions she breathes into her art. Currently she serves as managing editor of WordSwell literary journal.
