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The Time Has Come and Buzzing Most of my poems are written late at night, often, as this one was, after I have turned out the lights to go to sleep. It seems that is the time when I am most creative. I hope you enjoy these two poems that talk a little bit about where my ideas come from. Buzzing My mind is buzzing as I try to sleep the words won't rest all around me they creep. They cry to me with their siren song "just a few more lines, it won't take long". And so I succumb I pick up my pen I dash down a few words, I wait and then.... I try to sleep March 5, 2004 Fran Watson The Time Has Come The time has come the poem said for you to write that I might be read and so I took my pen in hand and wrote the words at its command. The words spewed forth as I obeyed The poem wanted its glory displayed. It shimmered, it glowed, it shone with delight it showed off its power as I brought it to light. The words began running and singing and dancing, and then quite and sorrowful and then into romancing. Up one side, cross over, now run over there, I wait and then.... Now quickly, now slowly, now gently, more care. Swiftly they tumble, they rush and they pour, then suddenly they stop. I hear them no more. Where do they come from and where do they go? Alas it's unfortunate I really don't know. If I knew, I could coax them to come out and play when I chose, instead of awaiting their stay.
But lif is just like that, it ebbs and it flows, like words of this poem, it comes and it goes. We know not our journey, its only begun, we just step out there gently and walk towards the sun. And slowly or quickly our journey is o'r and just like this poem - there is no more! Copyright Feb 13, 2005 Fran Watson Fran Watson http://www.franwatson.ca http://www.diet-basics.org http://www.moremoney4u.org