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

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Where Are The Words

White glaring empty
Where are the words
That kept me awake
Inspiration singing
Its aria when all I
Wanted was to sleep
Oh fickle mind
I can recall
What I had for lunch
But not the verses
That had me tossing
And turning
Tonight I will sleep
With pen in hand
To capture
Inspiration’s message
And write it
In black ink
Upon my bed sheets

©Susie Clevenger 2011


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