Angela Wybrow Poems
A Headful Of Thoughts
I'm lying here, wide awake
Trying hard to get some sleep;
But my brain is totally buzzing,
So it's useless counting sheep!
My mind is manically racing,
Thinking of words and ideas;
I think of the sad poem that I just wrote,
And my eyes suddenly fill up with tears.
I need to get some sleep,
As I'm actually pretty tired;
But my brain is so alive:
Like, it's been electrically wired!
Many times, I've had new thoughts,
And jumped out of my cosy bed,
To quickly grab a pen and paper,
And jot them down before they leave my head. ...
Blues In The Night
It's after eight on a Saturday night;
The stage lights are lit, shining so bright.
From head to toe, he's adorned all in black.
Of punters to see him, there is no lack.
As the first notes flow from his saxophone,
The air is filled with a bluesy tone.
As the intensity of the piece begins to rise,
Lost in the music, he closes his eyes.
Some notes are melodious and sound so sweet,