Now He’s Really Lost It
Uh-oh, looks like I’m writing again
God knows it’s only 3:00 AM
I should be sleeping
But no, my fingers are typing
What might my keyboard have to say this time?
No doubt, some sort of rhyme
Could it be inspirations so lyrical?
Or just gibberish in senseless circles
Why, I ought to be in bed
But from where I don’t know, come these words instead
I know what you must be thinking
“Now he’s really lost it,” but look again, my eye is winking
I’m just an innocent spontaneous writing fool
Lyrical phrases attack me from a hyperactive word pool
Quite often in the middle of the night
Maybe I can blame the moon and starlight?
Most certainly, I need my sleep
Snoozing away where I don’t utter a peep
But then, in slumber what words lurk?
Waiting their chance to escape the murk
I could go down to the beach
Out to the ocean, my hand to reach
For soon surely the sun will rise
Casting crimson colors across sparsely clouded skies
And then, again here I’d sit
Writing of emotions spawned from it
Well, look ye here
Of the past hour, I’ve a souvenir
Add another to the list
Composed words my fingers couldn’t resist
Smile for me if you will
For that I might even put ink to quill
To share jumbled thoughts
Of this, that and what not
Nostalgic ramblings of a middle aged baby boomer
Or nocturnal wanderings of a starlight bloomer
I guess for now, nothing more to say
Other than I wish you all a very, very nice day
Copyright © Dance Of The Poet's Pen 2005
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Submitted by on November 29, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AX BB CC XX DD BB EE FF GG HH II JJ KK XX LL MM XX NN OO A |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,440 |
Words | 277 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1 |
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