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One of Those Nights

3.4.10
Warm summer night
Sweat on my forehead
Cold drink at hand
Staring on a blank sheet
Scouring for words

Digging deeper
The more I get lost
My muse must have slept
Inspiration out of sight
Not a line coming out

What if I just sleep?
And turn off this notepad
Maybe in the morning
Ideas will flood
And my muse awaken

Now I am sure
Just click shut down
And then the screen
Will flicker
Until it turn black….

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6 Responses to "One of Those Nights"

  1. Sam Liu17:41

    Ahh...this situation is very familiar, and your wonderful poem captures it so well :)

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  2. Melisa04:58

    I agree with Sam. It's a wonderful discovery when you can still express nothingness meaningfully.

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  3. picturilacomandaPSG10:25

    Happy Easter!
    WISHING YOU AN EASTER DAY
    THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY!
    MAY YOU HAVE A JOYOUS AND BLESSED EASTER!!

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  4. Cassiopeia Rises17:44

    Yep just shut down for another day.



    Melanie

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  5. Anonymous04:10

    cool indeed! :)

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  6. Linda Bob Grifins Brin Korbetis02:07

    extraordinary,
    I love summer nights memories,
    sweat and cool at the same time..

    Happy Potluck!
    Visit a few entries near yours if you can..

    A++

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