My Body lingers in my chair,
My bed beckons, but I don’t care,
For words flow from my pen again,
To write another poem ~ then
I’ll get up and to computer go,
To put my poem on this site ~ real slow,
So you can read it whilst I sleep,
And in the Morn the Reviews I’ll seek.
Pensive I am seeking words to write,
They come on paper, now and then,
I do not have to even think,
For they’re formed in verses before I blink.
In the early hours I seem to write,
I’d wish sleep would happen ~ but not tonight,
Until this poem completed is,
And my thoughts unscramble from their tiz.
Now the end of this poem is nigh,
And up I get with a little sigh,
Hoping my brain will settle slow,
And I’ll sleep till the cocking crow.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 9 May 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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