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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts keep my drooping eyelids open wide." ~ Shakespeare's Sonnet 27 Often, when my body craves nothing more than sleep my mind wanders in gardens where thoughts take root. I ponder why the fervor of poetic ideas flicker and seep into my psyche as if I must follow the Pied Piper's flute. I cannot stifle the waterfall's cascading inspirations for the palpitations of my pulse cannot staunch the flow. A chorus of whispered voices begs me to take notations, not to be forgotten before dawn's pink skies begin to glow. I've failed to silence the visitors with burgeoning verses. Their Sonnet seeds are planted with end rhymes in a row. There's no ignoring their demands with my abusive curses. I wonder how I might convince them to be quiet and go. Once, I tried counting sheep, but I heard fairytale lines drifting over a fence in my head, and meowing of a cat. I tried to drown them out with music but in the confines of my sleepy mind, lyrics came flying at me like a bat! I'm not amused when my muse tells me I'm being lazy. On reflection, I must speculate that she's the instigator. I tell her to go away. I can't write when my mind is hazy. She mumbles words I cannot hear. Why do I tolerate her? I've given this bane, this insane lack of sleep some thought Usually, I refuse to give in to ponderings and stay in bed. Battle lines were drawn, and though vigilantly I have fought, if I'm to sleep, I will surrender and write what's in my head.
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