Past slumbers absent call I lay restless,
docile to the allure of my thoughts.
Soon enough I am spell-bound by ideas that engulf my eager mind,
a million miles away from the laborious coming weeks that loom,
waiting to drag my soul and spirit through the ever thickening mud.
In this moment I’m perched on my throne as king of my imagination,
undisturbed by the stark contrast of the mundanity of my perpetual labour.
My brilliance beckons me.
I could change the world with my thoughts abuzz,
and my energy emanating.
If only, this could be recalled when morning breaks.
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Author:
davidharrisonkk (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects my frustration of feeling so inspired when lost in my thoughts before bed, then getting back to the same old thing in the day.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
The Muse strikes at very awkward times, but at least the Muse is not ignoring you.
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Thanks for the welcome, Goldfinch. That’s a great point and very poetically put!
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