Tumble through my head
Just as I fall into bed
Spinning round and round
Not making any sense
Where's my pad? It's downstairs
Trying to sneak down the stairs, creaky floorboards, squeaky doors, husband who loudly snores but high alert should I speak.
Trying to sneak to get my pad makes me giggle and laugh
Find my pad, start to write
Hubby quietly stands in door, gives me such a fright
We may as well have a cup of tea, even though its only half past three
We drink and talk, back to bed
Words tumble through my head - - - and my pad is still downstairs!!
Thank you everyone for your comments, I knew it would resonate with most poets, it's who we are I guess c
Excellent poem Jackie
I think most of you know I have Moyamoya Disease so when the pain gets too much I try to focus on something else. Writing helps redirect my mind to focus on other things. I have notebooks all over. Excellent writing I totally get it.
a fun piece, and it is true, words always seem to just fall into place as you try to get to sleep, i often write at 2 3 even 4 in the morning as i just have to get the words out else they will keep me awake all night flowing around!
Thank you Lee x
So true, love it!