The Meeting at the Bar prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub today is to write about creativity in some way. Host Anne Montgomery asks us “to think about a time when you’ve experienced or championed the immersion of creative flow; the agony, disappointment, or rejuvenation of a creative U-turn; how you incubate new ideas or divergent thinking; or examine creativity as a subject in your poem.” It made me think of the many poems that I’ve lost because I didn’t want to get out of bed and let creativity flow.
A Poem Lost
I lie in bed, curl up for sleep
Eyes closed, blankets pulled tight
Sleep eludes me, I lie awake
Words swirling in my head
There’s a poem forming line by line
The culmination of thoughts of the day
It’s a pretty good one, too
I should get up, write it down
I peak a hand out from under the covers
I’m reminded of how cold it is
Too cold – this poem will have to wait
I will write it down in the morning light
Still the words swirl and form stanzas
Stubbornly I refuse to rise and write
Morning comes
My poem is no more
It is lost in the night
Perhaps it went in search of warmer climes