I lie in bed at 3am
trying to write a poem.
My light is on
and I try not to disturb the crickets.
Their hearts have reached a resting state
and they are saving their songs for tomorrow.
They have discipline.
The loudest thing this morning
is my pen
The most impetuous thing this morning
is my mind
conspiring against the pen
haphazard on the page
scrawling into illegibility
which isn’t like me.
5 thoughts on “If You Want to Read This, You Know What to Do.”
Wow, there’s an html version of disappearing ink?? 🙂
Yes, invisible ink. That’s exactly the idea. 🙂
Nice poem. 🙂
Thanks. True story. This morning. 🙂
I didn’t know what to do, but then I figured it out ^_^