In a Notebook...A Poem by RonE317I used to keep a notebook on my night stand because, I thought I would, in the middle of the night, write down my dreams. Well, after two years of staring at the empty, first page, I saw this.Awakened
each night by
these thoughts in my head. They
enter my sanctum; accost
me in bed.
The
words form freely on
the edge of my dreams. In
the dead of night they
flourish, it seems.
Sometimes
I’m convinced I’ll
remember tomorrow, Then
morning comes and
much to my sorrow,
the
visions are gone as
quick as they came. I
must seize the moment for
time knows no name.
My
nocturnal scrawlings will
not be for naught. They
embody my spirit, portray
every thought.
So
blessed or cursed am
I bound to her side. This
Lady named Poetry keeps
me alive.
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