Francine Roberts Poet Rhyme

Sleepless Nights

In late hours when I should be sleeping
Peacefully beneath the down duvet
My mind races on and tumbles over words
And thinks of things I've yet to say.

It starts poems running through my head
With endings just a little out of reach
And so I stay awake and write.
My creativity I beseech.

If thoughts would come by wholes not halves,
Poems I could dash off left and right.
But bits and pieces is what I get
While trying to sleep late at night.

So pen and paper my bed-mates be.
I keep them close in case of need.
To jot my jumbled thoughts down on
When the start of a poem plants a seed.

I should be sleeping this I know
But turn them off I cannot do.
So poetry starts and stops all night,
And these sleepless nights, I've had a few.

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Sylvia Coulstock September 26, 2010 at 1:57 AM Hi again. simply loved this and I'm sure most who write poetry would agree with you it is so apt. Incidently my problem with poems is often the title.And I often find what gets my creative juices flowing is being in the bath or the loo, oh well each to their own! luv June

Lynette Chachere September 16, 2010 at 5:21 PM thats the feeling a true poets gets when they can't stop writing, if the thoughts keep flowing in, its not time to stop until the flow is done.(: ~Always&Forever Lynette

Dean Masciarelli September 13, 2010 at 3:55 PM Francine this poem is so true and when we have restless nights we finally get up and out of our bed and it seems that words pop into out heads with new seeds that are planted in rhyme inside of our mind and we start typing them down and if we cannot finish them right away we can come back to them when the next round of words start flowing in our minds on another day, thank you for sharing a part of your personality through your gift in poetry with all of us here in the poetry community :) Dean

Poet Destroyer A September 13, 2010 at 9:51 AM wow! Francine, I think most of us can relate to your poem here, Enjoyed,..p.d.

Carolyn Devonshire September 13, 2010 at 9:41 AM Birthday buddy, this is an affliction many of us share. We can't wait to write down those words that pass through our minds while we're trying to sleep. There have been times I've stayed up all night because the thoughts seem to spring forth more clearly then. Excellent poem, Francine! Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich September 12, 2010 at 11:39 PM HI, Francine. I think this must be a common occurence for many here. I have read several poems on this topic. I have done poems like this and I think you did a GREAT job of describing this phenomenon yourself! Luv, Andrea

Linda-Marie Sweetheart September 12, 2010 at 10:13 PM Same with me Francine.. pen and copy book are bed partners as well.. enjoyed this piece as it speaks volumes to the poet's war of words and the issues to keep pen and paper at hand so as not to forget or miss any... great piece my friend..with luv..

Wayne Sapp September 12, 2010 at 6:19 PM And I thought I was alone in this! Aggrevating when you need to get to sleep, isn't it?

Dr.Ram Mehta September 12, 2010 at 6:13 PM I do share your experience sometimes. I compose poems in my sleep, Francine

Monica Evette September 12, 2010 at 5:54 PM I feel the same way. Started keeping a pad and pen in my car too. Never know where the inspirstion will come from but being prepared to write it down is essential. Love this. Monica

Sara Kendrick September 12, 2010 at 2:00 PM I have counted Haiku even in an unrestful sleep..Glad to know that I am not the only one..Great topic that you have chosen on which to write your poem for I am sure that many face this everyday...Sara

James Fraser September 12, 2010 at 1:18 PM I keep a small note pad beside me Francine, and the light on the display on my phone is my torch. Many a night I have written down some notes, which in turn have turned into a poem. Nice poem >> James :)

Anthony Beesley September 12, 2010 at 12:57 PM good description of a mad poet...figments of imagination and fragments of fear take on their own life...and when the pen strikes the paper it explodes into ryhmes

Chuck Keys September 12, 2010 at 9:51 AM i have been there, and i am sure many of us on the soup, too. there are some nights i will get up and just go to my computer with thoughts of importance that need to be expressed ... maybe i should not leave my computer all the time .. but anyway, great write, thanks, chuck

Daver Austin September 12, 2010 at 9:18 AM I think that much good poetry comes together through bits and pieces. Good ideas don't seem to jell instantly. Lots of food for thought in this one. Love, Dave