Nocturnal Inspirations

Accidental Poet



 

In the midnight hour

When all is still

Life around me sleeps

The moon and stars

On my heart they pull

And tonight slumber

Not yet ready for my dreams

Though I yawn

And long for my pillow’s comfort

Nocturnal inspirations

Venture out through me

I know not what it may be

Or where they lead

But surely, I’m enslaved

To a force more awake than I

A voice from within

Maybe too shy for the light of day

Or just coincidence of come what may

For I can only presume

Something of importance must come forth

And once put down in prose

It’s then I offer up which kept me awake

And then released to my own self

I find slumber is now patiently waiting

And I must not resist

As now dreams of my love

Pull on my lonely heart for her

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2005

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2017 03:15
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, sometimes those words just will wait.

    • Accidental Poet

      Thanks for reading Goldie. Although I do try to go over it in my head over and over, sometimes I'll still lose it if I don't write it down immediately. Trying to recall the words later on is so difficult. And once I've written down all I had, then I'll drop off to sleep. ; )

    • WL Schuett

      Sometimes you just gotta put things to bed and sleep ! Good poem AP I have had many nights like this myself

      • Accidental Poet

        I'll write what I can while I can, then sleep takes over. Thanks for reading and your comment WL. ; )

      • Christina8

        Great write! Sometimes as poets, we just gotta go with the flow and see where it takes us! And then sleep will come. I think a lot of us have had nights like this. Great job!

        • Accidental Poet

          Thanks Christina, that's usually how it works with me. ; )

        • Louis Gibbs

          When I've just written a poem in the evening, my muse won't let me drift off to sleep until she has honed it to her satisfaction. I keep a pad and pen beside the bed just for her.
          A fine poem describing the blessing and curse of being a poet, AP!

          • Accidental Poet

            I don't keep a notepad by my bed, my computer is there. But I do use a notepad lots of times when away from the computer. Nice that you keep a notepad there just for her. And I agree, it's a blessing and a curse, but a curse I'm grateful for. Thanks for reading Louis.

          • skyebellasario

            Loved it AP!

          • ron parrish aka wordman

            sweet dreams sweep through your mind of another place and a better time,now she is gone and dreams is all i have left,so i race to my bed,lay down my head,and the dreams sweep my mind...

            • Accidental Poet

              Yes Ron, that's the dream that lives in me. Thanks for reading.



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