Words Waiting

by Jem Croucher

I am an early hour
when the quiet of night
shouts loud
and a pen hovers
heavy over virgin sheets
with words waiting

I am a tired eye
close to slumber and yet
awake to words
For this is poetry
captured in an instant
waiting for no one
There on the cusp
of inspiration

©Jemverse

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