A Poem That Sleeps

Accidental Poet



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

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2011

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2017 08:28
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 53
  • Users favorite of this poem: Drewp, WL Schuett
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  • Michael Edwards

    Often the situation but always it finds it's way onto the page somehow or other - it'll come.

    • Accidental Poet

      Michael, as wine ages until its time to uncork, a poem must gather and compose itself accordingly. Thank you for reading my friend. Let no bottle of prose pour before it's time.

    • Drewp

      Beautiful irony. I love this. Excellent write

      • Accidental Poet

        Thank you for reading and your compliment Drewp.

      • rrodriguez

        Nicely done... Being there... By the way, Happy Birthday!

        • Accidental Poet

          Thanks Roberto. And my birthday isn't until next month. So hold that thought and I'll catch up to it then. ; )

        • Christina8

          Oh I get why you said that our posts were similiar! Mine about writers block and yours about a "poem that sleeps". Well, yours was much better, in my humble opinion, but I think written about similiar topic. Great job on this!!

          • Accidental Poet

            You may think you have writer's block, but the poem IS there. Think of it as a stew that simmers until it's ready to serve. Thanks for reading Christina.

          • orchidee

            Erm, yes, Happy Birthday. I never know today was Dec 11th though? Eh?! Now that page is not staring back at you all blank! Oh lol, it got it wrong for another poet's birthday before as well.

            • Accidental Poet

              Thanks for reading orchi. Yes, I've seen where that's happened before, very confusing. Don't want to rush my years any faster than they already go. 61 is dead ahead and closing in fast.

              • orchidee

                Oops yes. Cos in that case, if it's Dec, I've missed a friend's birthday (not on this site). Or rather, another friend as well as you. Will you swap? He will be 37. Oh so young!

                • Accidental Poet

                  I'm inclined to jump at the offer orchi, but in doing so I'd certainly lose much of what I've been given. Plus, don't think I could swoon as good as I did anymore. But you can swoon in my place if you'd like.

                • kevin browne

                  capturing that sleeping poem with imagination is a beautiful thing. your transition from mind to paper is a remarkable notice of what not to lose. brilliant rhyming, yet again with good fluent style. i love your work AP.

                  • Accidental Poet

                    Thank you Kevin for such an uplifting compliment. As Robin Williams says in the video of "Dead Poets Society", poetry is a passion inside that I feel will find its way out no matter what. If you've not watched the movie, I urge you to do so. You will not be disappointed.

                  • kevin browne

                    AP, I believe every poet on Earth has watched it. Williams is totally brilliant in this film. you're very welcome for for the uplift, we all deserve it.

                    • Accidental Poet

                      Oh captain, my captain, thank you Robin Williams! ; )

                    • Fay Slimm.

                      Love the conception of poems that sleep - - tis true that words after a while form themselves and sometimes when we are least expecting it a subject gathers its sentencing from almost nowhere. - thanks A.P, for versing the frustration of waiting for clear and completed inspiration.

                      • Accidental Poet

                        Fay, I've always felt that when trying to write, and nothing is coming to mind, it's best to walk away for a bit and try again later. Watch some TV or listen to the radio, anything to stimulate a point of origin for the poem to take shape from. I find some movies can get my lyrical wheels in motion too. Thank you for reading and your compliment.

                      • skyebellasario

                        A relatable write AP! Loved it 🙂

                        • Accidental Poet

                          Thanks sky. Thanks for reading and complimenting.

                        • Goldfinch60

                          That poem has obviously awoken with these words.

                          • Accidental Poet

                            Yes, I realized that as I was posting it. Thanks Goldie.

                          • myself and me

                            May the poem have a good dream.

                            • Accidental Poet

                              and not a nightmare, LOL. Thanks for reading m&m.

                            • FredPeyer

                              I do like this poem very much, AP! It happens that words just pop into the head without us knowing where they come from. But now we know...they were sleeping!

                              • Accidental Poet

                                Yes Fred, just catching a little catnap. Thanks for reading Fred.



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