"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Graveyard Shift

 A small lamp
illuminates an oak desk
where cluttered words
spill in bits and phrases
from insomnia’s pen…..

Poetry works the graveyard shift...

©Susie Clevenger 2014


Kerry at Real Toads asked us about our creative spaces. 


11 comments :

grapeling said...

perfect, Susie. ~

Vandana Sharma said...

and turn in to a lovely poem...............

Kerry O'Connor said...

Poetry works the graveyard shift!

Indeed! I often wonder if the tired brain releases a chemical that loosens one's hold on reality and allows access to imagination.

hedgewitch said...

Yes,I agree--I think we hear the voices much better when we are sleep deprived. ;_)

Mama Zen said...

I totally wish that I had written this.

Helen said...

I agree ... absence of sleep makes the words come better.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

I love this! I haven't written during the graveyard shift. I usually work the early morning shift! I'll pass you when you clock out and I clock in!

Marian said...

it really does. :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Poetry works the graveyard shift"......wowzers, I wish i had written that - but I'm way too tired to be up late. Smiles. Loved this, kiddo.

Margaret said...

When I'm tired, poetry does not happen, but I adore the quiet of the night. Good thing I am able to catch up on sleep on Saturday mornings usually. :)

This is a tight, awesome poem!

blueoran said...

Your graveyard, my predawn garden -- same job, same lamplight, different ends of the world!

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