Nothing late please,
I really need my sleep.
Though when it's early,
I'll still be counting sheep.
But when it's day, see?,
At work, I do, must stay.
And so I'm saying,
So sorry for this snag.
We'll find our date dear
To get our getaway.
And at that time, mirrored,
We'll share our hearts and play.
So stay steadfast, near,
And in the meantime pray
For me to kill fear,
And walk away today.
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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- Published: July 27th, 2025 21:56
- Comment from author about the poem: I was so pleased with my last published poem I have lacked all inspiration for new poetry until now.\r\nI\\\'d love to hear your thoughts and criticisms so I may improve!\r\n\r\nGod Bless\r\n\r\nSpencer J. Wilhelm
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Comments2
This poem carries an intriguing short and regular meter on alternating lines giving it a feel of a walking pace that does not cease until the end of the poem. It has a sense of urgency of a job that must be done and all else put on the back burner. This accompanies the subject of the poem itself and enhances it. Nicely done
Thank you!
You are welcome
Sorry you've been lacking that twinkling spark called "inspiration," this is a beauty. Keep on! There's a charm to its simplicity and definitely an appeal. I like it! Prettily rendered with excellent imagery and a very winsome poignancy. Thank you for sharing. Frankly, there's a distinct echo of an antique poem haunting your lines, a sonnet of one Michael Drayton, and I cherish that.
Thanks so much!
I went and read some Michael Drayton and I could see some of it in sonnet 61. Upon reading him though, I realize how far I have to go before I really become good. The way he and other poets can use words is utterly ridiculous. I don't envy them, I admire how good they are. Thanks though for the encouragement. I''ll keep on with what I can do.
I studied bits of his work and of I guess his contemporaries rather by chance than anything else, which of course I'd recommend for your own progress in this art.
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