(c) 2017 Edward York
The day was dark and chilly,
The sun was still asleep.
My mind still searched for wisdom,
Some phrase that I could keep.
My brain woke me up churning,
I had yet to make a sound.
My head was filled with phrases,
That begged me to write them down.
I glanced outside my window,
My eyes were trying to see;
But the fog had settled in so thick,
The view ended in front of me.
The sky was changing colors,
But not yet had turned to blue.
The grass was bathed in moisture,
Painted by the morning dew.
So I sat with morning coffee,
With a pencil held in hand.
But the words just didn't resemble,
The ones that I had planned.
This always seem normal,
For the stories I have penned.
I just have to get them started,
They will show me how to end.
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Author:
lasergraph (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This may explain a lot. Dark gloomy mornings, interrupted sleep.
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Comments8
Thanks L! I know what you mean. A poem frequently writes itself.
Sometimes they flow like water, other times we have to drill a while.
So much truth in that last phrase, LG. They do take on a life of their own and show us how to end, don't they. Well penned!
They often force their way and are relentless until we listen.
The morning fork in the road. Excellent.
Sometimes inspiration is like a surprise visitor, sometimes just a pest.
I really like this thoughtful poem, lasergraph. And I do think we are all grappling with the same problems as far as writing is concerned. I usually come up with a first line, having no idea where it will take me. But take me it does!
We are as they say, birds of a feather. I am always in awe of the talent here. I know that many have a similar approach. This is truly a remarkable collection of creators.
Really well written, laser! Nice ending. After I start an idea, the poem usually takes on a life of its own but first you gotta come up with the idea! Very nice!
Sometimes it goes in an unsuspecting path. But I let it lead.
Great writing Laser. I can relate to that. Mostly for me is before get to sleep. I have to tell to myself. This is time to sleep and not to carve your mind. Stop it.
Exactly and I have be awakened with thought and ideas I suppose were fighting to get out. Our minds are a funny thing.
For sure
Totally relate , must be pretty common to let the poem lead , to just hold on and follow
Nicely done ✅
So very true, ideas in your mind change as the words go onto the page. Good write.
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