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Midnight Muse

Sometimes in the night she creeps into my bed,
Her unsuspecting target is my head.
I lie awake and listen to her words,
So often they ring true and new
And full of promise.
Sometimes her mind will change
And I must ponder her meaning.
Never bold and brash and angry
But ever thoughtful, 
Sowing seeds that may prove fruitful,
Or will they wither and be dead
By morning light ?
In deepest sleep perhaps,
So many silent nights go by
Without her coming in the darkness.
Restive, I enjoy her welcome touch,
Her words will echo in my head,
Tumbling and turning, round and round,
Then in excited fever, as in a trance,
I reach out for my scribbling pad.
Her words secured, I now relax,
My mind once more returned 
To fitful dreaming.
My wife, long suffering, now wide awake
And restless in her marital bed,
Asking herself "For goodness sake,
Why did I a poet wed ?"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 6/16/2019 9:05:00 PM
Ahhh....I remember these nights when my muse visited. Wakes you straight out of bed and you have to write it down so you don't forget. Loved your poem Peter! Blessings, Susan
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Date: 3/12/2018 7:14:00 PM
I miss her nightly visits Peter. I have not heard her whispers in a couple years now. Now every poem is forced and no longer feel like a part of me. Your poem is wonderful and I couldn't help but smile at your ending. :•)
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Date: 12/10/2017 6:17:00 PM
A wonderful and inspired write Peter. This is an apt description of the poetic process. Muse doesn't take inconveniences, like sleeping, showering, food shopping or working into account :) We just do our best to keep up with her when she calls.. Warmest wishes ~Susan
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Date: 11/20/2017 1:05:00 PM
oops you too? At the most awkward moments she rolls in from God knows where to fever my brain with words of incense. Brguiling m with tales from many spaces. Excellent description Peter.
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Date: 11/17/2017 12:01:00 PM
I know exactly what you mean Peter, sometimes my muse will poke me in the middle of the night and I have to get up and write, irritating my wife's sleep. Well done, a write most poets will heartily agree with!
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Peter Rees
Date: 11/17/2017 5:30:00 PM
Thank you John. It's a hard life, eh?