Poem -
Put It To Bed
All that hourglass sand
Representing time
Ideas scarce
Leaves a metaphorical finger scratching the mind,
Curs'ed writer's block
You'd say,
Words willed
Still don't give the time of day,
What comes as a shock and surprise
Now that body begs for comforts bed
Finally wheels srart turning
Sleep second, for extraction of words is necessary instead.
Could write all night till the fingers have bled
At these moments, chosen, to put it to bed.
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Comments
Hey Devon,  I loved this lines "a metaphorical finger scratching the mind". Nice one.  I often say "Writing is a blessed talent, a vision that must be capture for it to take the form of ink".Thanks for sharing.  Cheers,
Cleo I couldn't agree more not everyone can pick up the pen and write, I believe it takes a certain mind one thats passionate knowing this is my life and not just a hobby. That metaphorical finger was scratching my head all afternoon to come up with this write. Thanks for the kind words.
That writers block is only part of the write, it's the fact my brain only seems to want to flow out these ideas when im ready to shut down for sleep, and it's not always convenient to write. Thanks T I like that line too and im glad you and Cleo enjoyed it as much as me. Peace brother. Talk to ya.
Hey Devon you are not alone , I have started many a poem but usually combine to half finished writes into one great write . When I don't have an idea I look for a picture or music for inspiration. Â Great write rockÂ
Rock my man I have tons of titles and half written or a couple lines of poems just lying around saved for a rainy day when I decide to challenge myself and it is insane to me because I hate scrolling through so much unfinished work. What is crazy is that when I finally lay down to sleep tonight the wheels will be going a mile a minute. Lets get to those unfinished ones Rock me and you brother, cheers.