ivor or ivor.e hogg
Bemused - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
I am relaxed and warm in bed,
the day is done its time for sleep.
Stray thoughts glide swiftly through my head
obediently like flocks of sheep.
But now and then a thought will be
held to be of interest
Recorded then subconsciously
reprocessed whilst I take my rest.
When I awake I can recall,
sometimes with startling clarity
Those words I did not write at all
and I inscribe them faithfully.
My muse was busy while I slept
I don’t complain I just accept.
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