What is it about a poem
that wakes you up at night
It hovers and whispers
even though it’s not yet light
Exhausted bones groan
Wearily – I moan
“No pen or paper today
please…. please go away”
Another one takes its space
as if auditioning for a place
“Not today,” I sigh,
“surely another poet is nigh?”
Amid sulky whispers they fly
voices fading – by and by
Sleep’s pendulum begins to sway
As I groggily ponder,
“What was it they wanted to say“?
©Vivian Zems
May 15, 2018 at 1:55 pm
Yeah, they come and want to be written. Sometimes they are quite pushy about it! I swear, there are times when I feel like I’m just the vessel for something coming through from who knows where.
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May 15, 2018 at 7:59 pm
A vessel ….that’s a thought! I feel the same 🙂
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May 15, 2018 at 3:33 pm
So true.. sometimes you remember and write them in the morning..sometimes they are just lost.. why did they choose us?
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May 15, 2018 at 7:58 pm
It’s our calling!
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May 15, 2018 at 7:50 pm
Oh if we’d only saved half of them…
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May 15, 2018 at 7:57 pm
They keep coming back anyway…but I sometimes wonder if I had let a masterpiece escape!
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May 15, 2018 at 9:44 pm
Apt….beautifully written. I am in love.
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May 16, 2018 at 7:11 pm
Thank you!😊
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May 16, 2018 at 10:27 pm
😁
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May 15, 2018 at 10:30 pm
This made me smile…some days they come when we just want to rest. Other days….nada!
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May 15, 2018 at 10:56 pm
you hit the mark with this poem… sometimes it just won’t stop…
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May 16, 2018 at 7:10 pm
So true!
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May 16, 2018 at 12:12 am
when it rains, it pours, when it’s a drought, it’s a barren wasteland – and then, of course, when we’re despondent for not? haha – persistent pesky buggers decide “otherwise’ …. sometimes. it’s just best to give in and learn to scribble in the dark …. perchance, the need to sleep may then rest
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May 16, 2018 at 7:09 pm
That’s good advice😊
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May 16, 2018 at 12:44 am
kaykuala
They rightly sulk away when not entertained. It is unfortunate as ideas are hard to come by. Great write for bringing it up, Vivian!
Hank
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May 16, 2018 at 7:08 pm
Thanks Hanks! 😊
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May 16, 2018 at 3:01 pm
This is very sweet!
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May 16, 2018 at 7:18 pm
Thank you!
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May 16, 2018 at 5:57 pm
A never ending flow of poems like the Amazon river…a life giving force.
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May 16, 2018 at 7:17 pm
Absolutely!
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May 17, 2018 at 12:30 am
I like the idea of a poem being like a pendulum swing. Sometimes it feels like a hangnail.
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May 17, 2018 at 9:04 am
Lol!
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