Josie Whitehead’s Poems
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By Josie Whitehead
When you feel wide awake and your head starts to ache –
And you just cannot get off to sleep.
Does your bed start to shake, as you lie there awake,
Frantically trying to count all those sheep?
In this terrible state, you’re aware that it’s late.
Do some words just float down from the wall?
It’s the night-time you hate and those words irritate,
But your readers you want to enthral.
Do you get up and then hunt for paper and pen
To jot down all the things on your mind?
Do you sit there and pray and plan for today –
Does this help you to gently unwind?
As the clock in the hall begins chiming at four
Do you think of the teapot and then –
With your head feeling sore as you pick up and pour –
Do you start writing all over again?
With adrenaline flowing, you start on your poem –
Like a river do words start to stream?
With your words swiftly flowing, your pleasure is growing,
And you feel like the cat with the cream.
It’s seven in the morning, a new day is dawning –
Are you ready to face this new day?
When you look at your face – it’s an awful disgrace -
I’d get back to your bed straight away!
Copyright 2006
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