Sometimes

sometimes in the middle of the night a bad poem will wake screaming “burn me” But then i just have to ask how do you know without sitting quiet for a bit? sometimes in the middle of the night a good poem cries to be heard i can pretend not to know But then I silently turn the page and wipe you away so I can feel the depth of my sorrow the height of my ecstasy the flush of rage, of love the whirlpool of my words, just out of reach trying for meaning metaphors in soaring flight But then in the middle of the night sometimes a poem survives

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V. Deepa

Date: 8/12/2020 3:11:00 AM

Hello Jeanne mam, Enjoyed your Whirlpool of words..:-) In the middle of the night a poem survives to inspire us:-D.. Hope you well.Take care.Have a lovely day. Much love sent to you:-)

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 8/12/2020 8:56:00 AM

I am doing well...getting ready for my return to Mexico...which is probably why the whirlpool has been swirling faster these days. Hope you are doing well too. :D

Arturo Michael

Date: 8/11/2020 12:48:00 PM

It's been a while since I've been inspired by a dream...I guess I daydream now...I like the journey you've described here in your poem...

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 8/12/2020 8:55:00 AM

I love my daydreams best...but sometimes I get exhausted from the words in the whirlpool of thought.

John Gondolf

Date: 8/11/2020 6:18:00 AM

"metaphors soaring in flight...in the middle of the night" Why is it that poets wake up in the middle of the night with these rhymes in their heads; we all do it. I enjoyed this wonderfully written poem, Jeanne. Hugs, John

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 8/12/2020 8:52:00 AM

Hi John...it's not a bad way to wake up though, with words wanting to be expressed so I can go back to sleep. It must be a poet thing...whether we write music, poetry, stories...