~ A Writer's Dilemma Poem by Adeline Foster
~ A Writer's Dilemma
~ 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.
What's a pen Miss Adeline? Can I find one in a museum with a typewriter? Thanks for sharing - again!
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
Beautifully captured, evoking the writers dilemma of capturing ideas which go away so quickly.
Your poem is spot on. Many a time I”ve got up in the night to save my thoughts.
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
Very good, It's an enjoyable read! Well done, Adeline! Blessings! ! !
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/18/2025 1:02:08 AM # 1.0.0
Brilliant stroke of words... ted hughes' style of capturing the idea in The Thought Fox is class of its own...thx adeline... :)