Does this happen to you? It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, and here I sit at my computer, playing with an idea that came to me about an hour ago.
Often the ‘middle of the night’ thoughts are jotted down on a notepad
on my bedside table (don’t we all have one?) and I go back to sleep. On the rare occasions when I get up the next morning and 1) I can read my handwriting and 2) the note makes sense, I feel lucky.
But sometimes, it goes like this…..
Unrequited Poem
I toss and turn, seeking slumber in denial of the number of words that dance behind my eyes. Instead of hiding, they insist on playing in my consciousness. I can’t ignore their cries.
I spring from bed, turn on the light,
search the desk for tools to write…
and then I sit and weep.
With pen in hand I am prepared
to write the verse that isn’t there -
The words have gone to sleep.
Nicely put. Sometimes I try to write an idea on a little pad by my bed without turning on the light. The results can be interesting!
Delightful poem, and photos are so appropriate! The meaning quite clear, and yes, that happens to me, or used to. Now, I just keep sleeping.
How? They won’t leave me alone!!!!!
Yes, but I don’t usually get up and write in the middle of the night (unless I’m at Dairy Hollow). I may jot it down bedside, but the thought is never as clear in the morning.