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. 


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!