Early Riser
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Dawn draws nigh
As time goes by
And I am left here wanting
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Nothing worse
Than tragic curse
For the words I am hunting
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Metronome
In monotone
Counts down to an end
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War profuse
In words to choose
And the time I spend
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It’s no fun
When left undone
The poem I came to write
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Pen will cease
Its thoughtful tease
With the coming light
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Tough it seems
That in my dreams
Words have their own wills
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Work does call
For after all
Its what pays the bills
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Love this! Especially, “Metronome in monotone.” That speaks deeply!
Thank you!
wonderful poem, my fellow early riser
Thank you, my pro-dawn friend!
Smashing good my friend! Love that last line! A really fun and thought provoking piece. Great work!
Thank you, brother! Cheers to you!
You’re very welcome my friend.
Work gets in the way of so many things. If only we could pay the bills with poems!
I understand the feeling of wanting to write, sitting down, pen at the ready, and the just won’t flow.
You are the only person I know who can write such beautiful poetry about not being able to write.
Bravo, my dear! 👏❤
Oh, and by the way, I wish I could insert myself in that picture! 😍
Right? It is so stunningly beautiful that it almost seems fake.
Thank you! The irony is not wasted on me. ❤
What a fun poem! I’ve so often had the words come to me while falling asleep or in the shower, but when I sit down to type them they have hidden themselves from me!
I always have something to jot down my random thoughts. Pen and paper by the bed. The ever-present cell phone. You need to just jot a line or two when they strike and revisit them when you can. But I know what it is like when your own words ghost you. Thank you!
I have a million voice memos on my phone and lots of sticky notes with vague ideas whose genius alludes me when I have a moment to flesh it out. Silly muse!
I understand. A good muse can be very playful at times.