ivor or ivor.e hogg

Rookie (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

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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  • Linda Ori (11/18/2007 10:34:00 AM)

    I know what you mean, Ivor. My muse actually inspires out of the blue, when I'm awake. I run for my keyboard and out it comes with little thought and little time. Isn't it great? I don't know where it comes from, but I'm just happy that it keeps coming! This is a wonderful little write, thank you!
    Linda :)
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  • Colin J... (11/15/2007 5:28:00 AM)

    When I awake I can recall,
    sometimes with startling clarity...
    I wish i could, lovely poem...
    colin J...
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  • Ernestine Northover (11/7/2007 10:21:00 AM)

    I wish I could remember things to write about I think up at night, but alas I did tend to forget, so I have a pad and pen under my pillow and hopefully write something down in the dark, that I can read in the morning. I loved this poem, lovely flow and contents. Excellent.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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