Graveyard Shift February 06, 2014 Get link Facebook X Pinterest Email Other Apps 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. Kerry Says: Find Your Creative Space Comments Anonymous 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. ;_) Maude Lynn said… I totally wish that I had written this. Helen said… I agree ... absence of sleep makes the words come better. Unknown 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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Indeed! I often wonder if the tired brain releases a chemical that loosens one's hold on reality and allows access to imagination.
This is a tight, awesome poem!