Sena Slaughter Poet Free verse

Night

Night has come sneaking upon me, caught me working at this infernal machine.
My eyes are heavy from the work I’ve done, all the pages I’ve seen.
I think I’ll relinquish the keyboard for now, head for the kitchen and get me some chow.
Then it’s off to bed for a little sleep, if I can keep from having to count those sheep.

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David Byrne January 14, 2010 at 2:46 PM writing about not writing;interesting................

Joyce Johnson January 14, 2010 at 11:06 AM And in the middle of the night this wonderful poem will come, you'll have to get out of bed and write it down and tomorrow it will be rubbish. Has that happened to you? Thanks for reading and commenting. Love, Joyce

Joanna Smith January 14, 2010 at 10:35 AM yeas i can completely relate. way to word it tho!!!

Elaine George January 13, 2010 at 2:31 AM I totally understand this one. Our work is never done! Great writing, Sena. Thank you for sharing your poeticc talent once again. Love, Lainie

Debbie Guzzi January 11, 2010 at 5:00 PM LOL yes we become slaves to words or digits? Light & Love

Audrey Haick January 11, 2010 at 4:42 PM So many of us can relate! Welcome to Poetry Soup, Sena! Thanks for sharing this. Peace, Audrey

James Fraser January 10, 2010 at 7:02 AM At the weekends Sena, your words are me. I must break this habit, as sleep is more important >> nice piece >> James

Sara Kendrick January 10, 2010 at 3:47 AM Insomnia the great enemy. Keep the expressive pen flowing. Sara