Fires of Whispers

Fires of Whispers

A Poem by Mark
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Sometimes the wicked, bad, naughty, evil thing I am simply works far harder at being lazy then at doing something.

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Tossing and turning, searching
my bed for what is wrong.
Why can't I sleep?

My muse tingles my brain with
incessant fires of whispers;
images, words unwritten.

Without thought, without word
I know what is wrong.
Yet I toss, and I turn;


pretending to search.

© 2012 Mark


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"Good morning Fortune cookie"

Posted 12 Years Ago


lee von cleef

12 Years Ago

your description of this poem reads like it should be in one the description that is.( iam working h.. read more
Mark

12 Years Ago

LOL I hear ya! Thewicked, bad, naughty, etc reference is from Monty Python - In Search of the Holy .. read more
lee von cleef

12 Years Ago

Stay out of er'olds way, caus he's a evy sheep.
I have trouble sleeping quite often but for some reason there is a least one night a week where I can absolutely forget sleeping at all. Perhaps it is my muse visiting........love this Mark.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mark

12 Years Ago

Thanks Neva :)
I too have felt these ramblings as I try to sleep and wonder why does the muse always want to visit as I try to end my night with sleep. Such truths here and in which I can relate

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mark

12 Years Ago

I know right? I had some other things keeping me awake last night, but usually it's the writing want.. read more
Southern Cross

12 Years Ago

I am really grateful that you wrote about this because I often wondered if this only happens to me. .. read more
Mark

12 Years Ago

yes! I walk in the mornings and sometimes I can hold on to the idea until I get home, sometimes I'll.. read more
great work enjoyed it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mark

12 Years Ago

Thanks Stanley :)

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