I wrote a poem in the night,
In the sinuous focus of maybe dreaming.
A perfect poem. The words unfurled,
Lay softly down, one and then another,
Flowing in my mind, each honey hued rune
A cursive, gently contoured pearl,
To bead the collar of a tender rose.
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Now these fractured abrupt
Lines extorted in this unkempt waking,
Make mockery of the ecstatic dark.
In staccato voices, decrepit cogitations
Stutter in guttural punches,
A quivering soliloquy,
As I clutch at tarnished straws.
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I wrote a poem in the night,
Rested my head on a feathered pillow,
Sure of the morning light.
But my words deceived my mellow mind,
And lulled me back to sleeping.
Then crept away in silent stealth
To paint silken, ombre morning.
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This is a beautiful poem lamenting the loss of brilliant thoughts occurring in sleep. I found it because of Paul’s remix!🤩
Even now I make a point of writing anything I come up with in the awake hours, but still I lose so many masterpieces to the night and fading memories in sleep. This was actually really sad. Like...but the thing is they are in there...some where. Anyway, glad I did some diving and found this beauty! Well done on this one.
MY, my...you are on fire. Words organizing themselves into such wonderful feats of nature. Wow!
Goodness yes!! You made that struggle feel so intricate and elegant with your amazing words. Outstanding work, my friend :)
This poem was beautiful, wistful, intelligent, and a million other things. So very well done.
Bravo! Loved these line "Flowing in my mind, each honey hued rune A cursive, gently contoured pearl, "
This was sooooo relatable! It happened to me many times! Fantastic poem for the challenge!
I love the ending.
Oh, so relatable, and your writing is truly a cut above on this one! I absolutely love it.
Oh yes. Sometimes it's just perfect, until you get up and the words are gone.
So. Many. Times. The sandman's shifting Sands are cruel landscapes. Love this entry. ❤
so smooth. Love it