there is plenty of material to come back to... I think "free-writing" is good exercise for the poet brain... are the end stops and spacing planned or is that some weird thing the text box is doing?

Immensely touching and beautifully composed. I'm sure many of us relate. Love the creaking chairs and forest lines.

Dark and dramatic indeed. It's effect stirs the reader. Much as I'm a night owl, the thought of complete darkness terrifies me and I think you portray that well here. An amazing piece for a free write in only a few minutes.

I feel like this is a poem told in reverse but maybe I'm looking for some sort of story where there is none. This is a very interesting form (thanks for the explanation) and I think, one that allows for a lot of complexity. These poems are quite lovely, and I think your title is apt because they do call to mind a kind of far away places or dreams.

Very dark, almost melodramatic. I really like the balance between nature and personal emotion, though it's a free write I think you were able to create the balance very naturally.
These lines are really haunting:
my hands are invisible before me, what they touch
leaves them bloody, I feel deep scars, seared
upon me by a million stars indifferent to my existence

I find the end to be a bit lacking however, perhaps because the poem is rather melodramatic, to cut a bit of that bite, I think a different line than "pain and death" might be better. Something with a bit more metaphor than bluntness would sound better for me - but that's just me. Also are night and terror, and pain and death really opposites? If there's another draft of this, those are the things I'd consider. I guess they could be but they'd have to be justified.

Either way, I like that this came together in just a few minutes. I think it's well done. Inspired and haunting and it flows very well.

Yet, while not being overtly about the institution of marriage, they strangely are...

no-man's-land can be a terrific place... especially for poets.

I liked the orange and green sketch...

What wonderful words your train journey inspired. Your observations of nature and people are second to none. I wonder what she did write on that piece of paper?

Hurray for Spring! This is a very happy poem Alfred .

I like this alot. I think you've hit on some wise fortune cookies.

Life is meant to be private. Do you want Big Brother in your bathroom?
I pee with the door open. TMI?