REVOLVING THOUGHTS
It's funny how my thoughts revolve,Emerging often round singular words.
As though the stories have to be told,
I'd finished writing two poems in verse.
When from nowhere gunslinger appears,
Feeling past tired an intimate thought.;
Enters my mind somehow late in the night;
Feverishly I recoil not wishing to write,
Knowing the word would begone by daylight.
Thoughts run through not allowing for sleep,
Yet here I am feeling I'm on a singular track.
Knowing tiredness within I begin to write,
Deprivation hits in the middle of the night.
The gunslingers,
My mind imagines what ifs running through,
Seeing thoughts in kind it never knew.
The poem progresses until out of the blue.
It's finally finished,
Tiredness takes over it's time to sleep.
Sometimes when I read after getting to sleep,
I'm quite surprised how good it seems to be.
Like all writers and more, I enjoy sharing what I write,
Even if it means no sleep during the night.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-01-13 at 14:07
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