my time


at this time of night   the small hours


it is still black as hades outside


but for incidental lighting   

and all is quiet   

but for incidental noises   and marketa is asleep   


and i have put away last night dishes   and folded

the laundry   

and straightened-up the living room   and made a cup of tea   


this is the time when i can sit and collect my thoughts   

maybe write a poem   

or read a book   or bring to mind what was   or what's to come   


and maybe be a little wistful   or on edge   

with my imagination running wild   to secret places







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Written on 2020-01-05 at 12:32

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
I think as poets and artists we need such time, the quite hours of creation, the time when we collect our thoughts together. I like the story you present in the poem and how everyday objects become poetic through your writing.


P.S. As I keep thinking about it, the idea of creating a unique (or original) work of art is little too contrived. One has too keep writing and finding the right way of telling the story. :)