Poetic Aspirations

[Helen Cooper]

Are other poets just like me
With thoughts that wander constantly,
And do they give up food and rest
When thoughts are flowing at their best?
Do they forget to stir the stew
Because a rhyme is running through
Their mind? And do they get a bright
Idea very late at night
While trying to descend on sleep
And have to jump up just to keep
A record of that brilliant line
Before sleep robs it from their mind?
And when the words are all collected
Is the writer's thought reflected?
Or has the message gone askew
And must the author start anew?

[Stone]

your poem is pretty much exact to me especially. sometimes i think that it is just me, but maybe not. it's nice to know

[urban dog]

Precisely! Did you stay up all night composing this poem? My muse has control over me, too.

[anthony S]

this poem is me all over again. you're are really good.