Adeline Foster

(Instructor of poetry, Hagerstown, MD)

~A WRITER'S DILEMMA


I lay me down and long to sleep,
Then words come tumbling instead of sheep.
Elusive words, that in the day
Lay dormant, now come out to play.
If you would keep until the morn,
And yet I’ll wake to find you gone.
Or, when my hands are sore intent
On daily chores and duty bent,
You words come marching by in rhyme
Through the hallways of my mind.
This task cannot be done in haste,
O foolish pen, it is a waste
For you to idly slumbering lie
And let those precious lines go by.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Edited: Monday, October 18, 2010

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  • Ed Nigma (7/5/2014 12:42:00 PM)

    I loved the rhyme scheme and flow throughout. I too can relate to rhyming words within my head and not counting any sheep. I often can't sleep most night's because of such things. Anyways a clever little piece you have here young lady thank you for sharing. Allan Gerard~ (Report) Reply

  • Bill Cantrell (6/23/2014 7:45:00 PM)

    Good poem my friend, I know well the point made in this poem, If you would like, read my similar line of thought in my poem Poetic Blues (Report) Reply

  • Briana Knight (8/20/2012 5:19:00 PM)

    Reminds more of a pen spill...it bleed all over the paper but when it was done...it was worthy to be hung in a mueseam. Great job (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (4/7/2012 12:15:00 PM)

    Brilliant stroke of words...
    ted hughes' style of capturing the idea in The Thought Fox is class of its own...thx adeline... :) (Report) Reply

  • J.b. Lebuert (2/23/2012 2:01:00 PM)

    What's a pen Miss Adeline? Can I find one in a museum with a typewriter? Thanks for sharing - again! (Report) Reply

  • Linda L. Franklin (11/15/2011 8:37:00 PM)

    A really great poem. I understand what you are saying, however I never know when or where my words will come from. I just have to go with the flow, so I always keep pen and paper with me. Keep up the good work. Linda (Report) Reply

  • Lonnie Hicks (9/22/2011 7:33:00 PM)

    Beautifully captured, evoking the writers dilemma of capturing ideas which go away so quickly. (Report) Reply

  • Alvin Kathembe (11/3/2010 3:33:00 PM)

    One writer to another, I know what you mean...the iambic tetrameter is almost flawless...brilliant (Report) Reply

  • Marieta Maglas (4/23/2010 7:03:00 AM)

    A finely penned poem, . SO much said in so few words. Captured delightfully! Thank you for sharing! (Report) Reply

  • Gordon Wilkinson (9/3/2009 8:18:00 AM)

    yes words only come in their own time and usually when its difficult to do much about it. This sums it up to perfection (Report) Reply

  • Josephine Dunn (8/22/2009 3:22:00 PM)

    oh yes - I have this problem too - half asleep - half awake - cant hold a pen & write & in the morning its flown away with the angels :) Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Kyrsten Gaddis (6/8/2009 6:50:00 PM)

    Sometimes that happens to me as well... I love the way you put this... Magnificent.
    -Kyrsten (Report) Reply

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