Kelly Deschler Poet Quatrain

Poetry After Midnight - Version 1

I just need to get some sleep,
As I lay here beneath my quilt,
Yet, I know these words will not keep,
By morning they will die and wilt.

Turning on my lamp, hurts my eyes,
As I sit up in my warm bed,
No matter how hard it tries,
The lines won't remain in my head.

The clock says it's after midnight,
But, poetry waits for no one,
I'll stay up until dawn's early light,
Until I can get this poem done.

If I try to write this tomorrow,
The words will have left my mind,
My heart will break with sorrow,
When the poetry I can no longer find.

I've become a tired, weeping willow,
But, I didn't have a choice,
I want to lay my head on the pillow,
And, try to quiet down this voice.

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Paul Callus June 30, 2014 at 5:19 PM I could easily have written these same thoughts myself! my nights are very often 'disturbed' by my loving muse; handy to keep paper and pen on the bedside table. Lovely write. // paul Kelly Deschler July 3, 2014 at 11:51 PM I felt exactly the same way when I read your poem, Paul! I can never fall asleep when my muse keeps whispering in my ear. I keep a pen and paper close to me at all times, because you never know when an inspiration may come.

Robert Lindley May 25, 2014 at 11:32 PM Congrats on your win my friend!!!

Pandita Sietesantos May 25, 2014 at 5:34 PM Congratulations on your win! I enjoyed reading this poem because it sounds identical to what I go through when I have great ideas in the middle of the night and just need to record them immediately before I forget them. Thank you for sharing! Kelly Deschler May 26, 2014 at 3:18 PM You're welcome, Pandita. I'm glad that you enjoyed this poem and can relate to it. Thank you for the nice comments and the kind congrats. I appreciate it very much!

Andrea Dietrich May 23, 2014 at 9:36 PM Kelly I remember this one and how well I related to it. Congrats for the winner's list!!

Robert Lindley May 23, 2014 at 9:24 PM Congrats on the win my friend!! Kelly Deschler May 25, 2014 at 4:10 PM Thank you, my friend!

Poet Destroyer A May 22, 2014 at 9:45 PM KELLY, Congratulations, I hope you enjoy your win and placement.... Stop by my latest blog, "The Glass SLipper" if you'd like. Take Care, and enjoy a smile or two. XOX~ LINDA

Dominique Johnson February 20, 2014 at 11:41 PM "I've become a tired, weeping willow, But, I didn't have a choice, I want to lay my head on the pillow, And, try to quiet down this voice." - loved this part most of all! Kelly Deschler February 24, 2014 at 5:29 PM Thank you very much, Dominique! It was fun to write a poem about writing poetry! I really appreciate you stopping by to read and comment on my poem.

Andrea Dietrich December 7, 2013 at 12:30 AM wow, this happens to me SO often. I have lost several poems to sheer tiredness or to having an uninspired muse. An enjoyable read this is.

Sara Kendrick November 28, 2013 at 6:19 AM I have been there with the one line that I need to remember and at times I have dreamed of writing poetry..Excellent work putting down the way we feel and what we do to save that thought..I noticed that you visited my work..Sara

Jack Ellison November 12, 2013 at 5:27 PM Oh I have been there many times. Those beautiful poetic phrases slip through our minds so easily! Why is that! Need to write them down immediately or... poof! GONE!!! Very good write and as you can see, many of us can surely relate to it!!! Hugs, Jack xoxoxox

Richard Lamoureux November 9, 2013 at 8:22 AM Like the others I can so realate. I cry a tear for all the lost poems that vanish into the night. Kelly Deschler November 11, 2013 at 2:51 PM I always write my poems with paper and pen, so then I can rewrite them, before I post them on Poetry Soup! Richard Lamoureux November 9, 2013 at 8:24 AM I have a iPad so no need to turn on a light or find a pen and paper. Most of my poems go straight from my brain onto the soup.

Honestly J.T. November 8, 2013 at 1:43 PM I know the feeling. Having an Ipod Touch helps. I just put my thoughts on the notepad app an after i wake up I transfer them to paper and spend time editing. Good poem

Liam Mcdaid November 6, 2013 at 6:38 PM deep and very beautifully penned kelly

Anne-Lise Andresen November 6, 2013 at 12:22 PM - Actually, it's a bit annoying .... words and thoughts flying ..... no rest ... no sleep. - The hours go ... alarm clock rings .... - Yes, I recognize myself in this poem Kelly. - Well written! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Litan Dey November 5, 2013 at 11:37 AM That is i like most...simple truth which we do in our daily life,work and thinking.Die of thought is like the die of near one;it's hurts.I like your whole write....sleep,poetry and mind.Excellently penned