In reverie, I dream that I may write
A poem for tomorrow ‘fore tonight,
But still the words elude my empty mind –
I search and search, but such I cannot find.
If inspiration yet should come my way
Perhaps then I shall write a verse today
Which maybe, come tomorrow, you shall read,
So then to satisfy my burning need.
But if perchance a verse remains unwrit’,
Then I shall search my archives bit by bit
To try and seek a poem hidden low,
A rhyme I wrote a long, long time ago.
Alas, such poem yet I can’t locate -
Therefore my burning need remains unsate.
Beautiful sonnet, Val. Basically, about nothing! Not really, but said so perfectly. Great write!
A great poem, I know what you mean, sometimes you just can't get nothing out.
Beautiful sonnet..I love reading sonnet, but I don't know to write.... Yes, its the burning need to write, Keeps our head spinning to the height. And a lovely poem is on our way to write. Loved reading it.
Your muse is only napping, but even then you got a fine poem. I can't find that word-unsate Still worth a 10
I agree wholeheartedly with this one. There are times I must say that we may become at a lost for words when it comes to writing poetry. When that happens we must regroup. The majority of the times for me I have to be inspired to write. There maybe thousands of subject to write from the question is are they all suitable subjects for the Poet. There will always be a burning need. That is a good thing. A great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem about writing a poem. many times the words just won't come.