How many writers have awakened from a dream, and declared: “My greatest work just flashed through my mind?” This writer had that experience once, and while dreaming he devised a way to capture his story. This poem is written with four words per line.
Captured In My Pen©
Eleventh hour softly proclaimed;
Endeavoring vainly to write,
Contriving, creating a draft,
‘Ere I sleep tonight.
Pen slows, then ceases;
My tired eyelids close.
Head begins to nod...
Reluctantly, I must doze.
Marvelous words are coursing,
Through my apprehensive mind;
Conjuring pictures and fantasies