When night pervades,
and dreams half pondered,
take up your pencil,
pen the plot;
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
Like shadows fleeting,
they flutter and flee,
hiding in memories,
lurking and laughing –
they turn and snap,
snarling and prowling.
Bidden time ticks,
playing in peripheries,
of subconscious slumber,
and wanton wakefulness;
again I say –
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
© Ignore a Poem at your Peril 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
In Peril (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 
Wonderful!
Oh – thank you very much indeed!!
🙂
so true – if you do not capture it – it is gone
I have lost many a good poem because I have been too lazy to write it down and convinced myself that I will remember it!! 🙂
ahhhh, yes!:) Love this!
-Jennifer
Thank you – I guess you have had this experience too! 🙂
Great poem , dreams are indeed a mystery, the best part being you can do whatever u like in them and then wake up to just say-” It was a dream”:)
Oh so true 🙂
This poem should be learned, memorized and recited by every aspiring poet. 😉
Haha – I wish!! ))giggles((
heh-heh, a salutory tale 🙂
Oh yes – its for those nights when I am to warm and snuggly in bed to reach out and get my paper and pen to jot down that half evolved idea or poem!! 🙂
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