Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Too Early, Too Late, Too Something

4 a.m.
Yesterday I was bemoaning about
Not getting up early any more.
Okay Spirit Guides.
You did it.
Thank you.
This is certainly early enough.
I do my best writing in
The early hours.
GIANT yawn
I crawl back
Into bed,
And go
Right to
Sleep
The dream
Stops abruptly.
I open my eyes
Mystified.
Not recognizing
This world.
It’s too late
To write now.

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Jan Allison June 6, 2018 at 5:20 PM I can relate Caren - only got about 4 hours sleep last night so get up and try and be creative but I think the muse is tired then lol:-) hugs jan xx Caren Krutsinger June 7, 2018 at 5:08 AM I know the muse is tired here, Jan.

Tom Cunningham June 6, 2018 at 2:28 PM Never worry Caren, there is always tomorrow. Tom Caren Krutsinger June 7, 2018 at 5:08 AM True. There is always tomorrow, Tom. Always.

Kevin Shaw June 6, 2018 at 1:35 PM A bit surreal this one Caren, I like surreal, nice layout too, kind regards, Kevin xx Caren Krutsinger June 6, 2018 at 1:44 PM Thank you Kevin, you commented almost before I had it posted.Amazing!