Friday poem

My apologies for continuing to inflict these on you – just seem to be what comes on a Friday… πŸ™‚

‘Warm Glow Web’ by Cobalt123 via Flickr

that when possessed by tiredness
observations are cobwebbed in sepias and pastels, and
all I can write is poetry,
as if the irresistible weight of my eyelids
cuts each line

But when energized,
enthusiastic and focused,
bright, clear and neoned with excitement
I feel sufficiently enlightened
to write prose


7 thoughts on “Friday poem

    • Thanks! Because I don’t read as much poetry as I do fiction, I’ve no idea really if the oddments I write are OK, or terrible. Just what comes out of my head. πŸ™‚

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