when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Best Poem Ever

As I lay in my bed, with my eyes closed
As I am drifting off to sleep
I compose the most beautiful poems in my head
I assure myself I will remember them
and write them down on paper in the morning
But I never remember them, unlike my dreams
Last night
I wrote the best poem ever, in my head
my lovely little head


Jerri said...

Your head is lovely. I'll bet your poems are, too.

Laura said...

Stacy, I came up with a brilliant line the other night, and thought of an entire start of a novel to write around it. Did I remember this brilliant line, or even anything about it? Nope! Note to self: keep notebook by bed for your nighttime "mental blogging".

Michelle O'Neil said...

I don't know what you forgot, but I like this poem very much!

M@ said...

Wow! I've done that so many times and it's so frustrating. I like how you captured that.