Night Writer ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

I watch my pen slowly rise
Floating in front of me
I reach for it but it disappears
It’s a game it plays
When it needs to write
“OK, let’s write,” I say
And it stops, letting me take it
My pen is my alarm clock
Always reminding me when it is time to write
I light a candle, pick up my notebook
And sit in my recliner
I turn to the page where
I have written notes and phrases
I choose one and sit back
Sipping my wine, I write the first line
My night of writing has begun
And once again, my pen has won

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved

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