PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

everyone has finally gone home

and the lights are softly lit low

so, through the house I solitarily roam

only to end up thankfully easing back into

my easiest chair

beneath the reading lamp's glow

I gently begin to prepare myself for a much needed

winding down

for important thoughts I believe are always slow in

their coming around

to myself I softly start humming

a favored Christmas song about a boy before the infant

king a drumming

with day not so very far behind this magnificently

tiring night

actual words begin to fan the fires of thought

in my maddened mind devilish delight

the vision indeed is brief but its clarity pure

yet, this time is the best time to get through the

tiredness and slip through the blur

then the words just flow like a wheel off a hill

I can't quite stop, at least not until

I'm hovering on the brink of falling into the deepest\sleep

and creativity quietly closes its door

leaving me crouched over in my chair

in a happily snoozing heap.............

( written Nov.26,1992 am)