~ A Writer's Dilemma Poem by Adeline Foster
~ A Writer's Dilemma
~ A Writer's Dilemma
I lay me down and long to sleep,
Then words come tumbling instead of sheep.
Elusive words, that in the day
Lay dormant, now come out to play.
If you would keep until the morn,
And yet I’ll wake to find you gone.
Or, when my hands are sore intent
On daily chores and duty bent,
You words come marching by in rhyme
Through the hallways of my mind.
This task cannot be done in haste,
O foolish pen, it is a waste
For you to idly slumbering lie
And let those precious lines go by.
yes and that is exactly how a good poetry is born...very well said
A finely penned poem, . SO much said in so few words. Captured delightfully! Thank you for sharing!
One writer to another, I know what you mean...the iambic tetrameter is almost flawless...brilliant
Your poem is spot on. Many a time I”ve got up in the night to save my thoughts.
Good poem my friend, I know well the point made in this poem, If you would like, read my similar line of thought in my poem Poetic Blues
Very good, It's an enjoyable read! Well done, Adeline! Blessings! ! !
Reminds more of a pen spill...it bleed all over the paper but when it was done...it was worthy to be hung in a mueseam. Great job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2025 7:31:22 AM # 1.0.0
yes words only come in their own time and usually when its difficult to do much about it. This sums it up to perfection