A little more free verse. This might be the last one for a while. I suppose the title is a bit of a paradox, but I couldn't think of a better one.
Falling Asleep with a Blank Page
Midnight,
and the muse
has left me
for the poets
of the East.
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This is a really lovely little poem. Have you thought about turning it into a haiku? It basically is one already: "Midnight, and the muse" and "poets of the East" are each the requisite 5 syllables... the trick would be to expand the middle line to 7 in the right way.
Anyway, just a thought. This blog is such a pleasant breath of fresh air.
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