Creativity arrives when it comes. Inspiration is no respecter of clocks. I woke in the dark the other morning with Frank Sinatra singing 'Set'em up Joe'. It dictated the rhythm for this week's effort.
Nee Sleep
It’s a quarter to three,
there's nee body here ‘cept Ginny and me,
divint set them up though,
it won’t help me sleep,
and I should know.
Eyes wide open or tight shut,
it meks nee difference but,
there might be a story for you to know,
emerging from the dark uncut,
ready to nourish creative flow.
Anticipation then when the lights gan out,
but falling asleep creating doubt,
until the hint of a luminescent glow,
confirms the awakened indisputable shout,
of a novel opportunity for me to crow.
So I’ve got the routine,
nee nickel needed, nee machine,
just the usual creative mode,
waking and sleeping, the space between,
another journey along a fanciful road.
©David L Atkinson September 2025
God Bless
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