Poetic Visitors Poem by Phil Soar

Poetic Visitors



They visit me at night when I have switched my mind to pause
And circle round my inner thoughts, seeking some applause
The words I just can't wash away, whenever I'm asleep
For when I wake, they bother me, as if I'm counting sheep

They form unusual sentences, and will not let me rest
Until they're down on paper and Iv'e got them off my chest
A burden of an alphabet, that only I can trust
Signalling a brand new rhyme, poetically unjust

So for the moment, juggling all these letters into words
After such a heavy sleep, is really quite absurd
Although I can't control it, they still infect my night
Vowels and consonants abound, all looking for a fight

Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: words
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 30 July 2015

And when it comes on paper and to the PH, Makes us a poetic visitor to read and comment as such.Loved commenting on the poem.Lovely.

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