Accidental Poet

A Poem That Sleeps

A Poem That Sleeps


Waiting so patiently

Within the confines of my heart

Adrift in emotional limbo

Sits a poem that needs a start


Words temporarily misplaced

Subject matter of none

My mind is blank

No thoughts, not even one


Emptiness, zip, zero

Zilch, nada, nil

A dictionary packed cover to cover

And such a void to fill


Hands on the clock

Seemingly in slow motion

My lyrical wheels refusing to turn

Must push to start a commotion


Make a noise somehow

To stir the slumber it keeps

For a blank page awaits

A poem that sleeps


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