From Bed To Verse Poem by William Kruse
From Bed To Verse
I'm jolted out of bed
by a gem of inspiration
and I scrounge for pen and paper,
in quiet desperation.
When I finally chance upon them
and a surface that is stable,
my mind is just as blank
as the paper on the table.
And should I contrive to scribble down
some barely half-formed thought,
I struggle in the morning to interpret what I've got.
Boy, does this sound familiar? A very nice read. Thanks Richard
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4/22/2024 4:46:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Almost a common experience for every poet. Nice write, You got something atleast from bed to verse.