Dead On My Feet Poem by Shaun Cronick

Writing a poem after work's long demanding day is hard. The mind sometimes does not want to cooperate. It is better to rest for a while. However, there are times also that after work, you are fueled to write as a brief respite from a tiring day. A beautiful poem well expressed.

Lodigiana thanks for your comment and it's good to know I'm not the only solitary soul. That's life and onwards and upwards, unless you're climbing the South Face of the Matterhorn...then s o d that. Thanks again and I wish you well. Shaun.x.

Dominic thanks for your comment and early lockdown did help, sort of ish. It for me was too much time and I had to pull away for fear of burning out. The poetry hamster eternally on the poetry wheel and all that. Then I discovered s e x, drugs and rock and roll. Thanks again and take care.

Thank you Rose Marie for your kind comment and I might add, how right you are. Thanks again and take care.

I know the feeling exactly and rejoice that even after the hardest of days inspiration was still there! Nicely done! Lodigiana x

I know that feeling. Although, during the prolonged lockdown period, writing poetry provided me with something positive to do. Nevertheless, since I'm now starting to write less poetry, I now feel a lot better. Sometimes less is definitely more. Anyway, I digress. It's a dead on one's feet, but never defeated inspired five from me!