Not Quite Fully-Formed
Last night, a not quite fully-formed
Poem peeked out from my brain.
I wanted to get out of bed
But sleep controlled the rein.
I struggled to repeat the lines,
Committing them to where
They’d lodge inside my mem’ry bank
And safely settle there.
Of course, I knew I should get up
And jot them in a note,
So in the morning I could look
And find the words I wrote.
Alas, I couldn’t follow through
And thus fell back to sleep,
The poem, all cozy, tucked back in
And nestled way down deep.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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