The work starts

The night gets later and later
The fingers dance on the keyboard
Finally ideas take form
The heart is excited to begin

The brain cannot sleep
The body trembles with excitement
Knowing that the night will lead to exhaustion
Words pouring out as quickly as the fingers move

The mind has been waiting to begin
Filled with dreams
Sleep disturbed by the urge to write
Sometimes deadlines bring inspiration

Already there is hope
Another month, it will be ready


One comment on “The work starts

  1. kseverny says:

    fantastic poem, so thoughtful

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