Once Upon a Poem

    Once upon a poem
      she soundly slept

    Moonlit waters flowing
      Sirius glowing...   

    Rooster chimed in
      unwelcome intruder

    Daylight summoned
      ~ the poem eludes her
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Greenhough Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 2:04 PM
Great novels also buried forever. I wonder where those poems end up.
Wolf Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 8:35 PM
Great question, Hilda. And are the pillows gonna be alright? lol. :) gw
Brotherton Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 1:21 PM
What an amazing book it would be if we could write down all those poems left in dreamland.
Wolf Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Gotta 'drain the air' and collect some samples!
Rodrigues Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 12:57 PM
I love this. Can even signify a poem you are holding onto, in your head, until you get home, but it falls flat.
Goldsmith Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 10:16 AM
A wonderful write. We never know where or when a poem will come to us. Have a great and blessed day writing away....................
Wolf Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 8:44 PM
I agree, Pa---- oops, a poem jest came to me. Gotta fly. lol. ~ Unev R. Noe
Mckeithan Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 9:23 AM
Too bad. She probably would have written a great poem. Good one Gershon
Wolf Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 8:46 PM
So many poems 'lost' forever, eh? ~ Great Thoughts
Legros Kelley Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 4:03 AM
Oh, isn't that the truth Gershon! She needs to sleep with a notepad and pen at her elbow and scrawl it in the dark, I did that for a while, lol!
Wolf Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 8:51 PM
I always mean to do that too, Bj. Then I do and am too lazy to pick up the pen anyway. lol.
Tor Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 12:50 AM
Sounds like my typical day Gershon...
Wolf Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 8:52 PM
So, Michael: I hadn't realized that your typical 'day' is at night. Insigh D Oat
Jones Avatar
March 5, 2025 at 10:04 PM
Aw this is lovely
Wolf Avatar
March 6, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Aw, I love your comment, Karen. Thanks a million. ~ Gershon
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