As promised, here is today’s guest poem by Graham:
A Poem in Your Head Can Keep You From Your Bed
by Graham Gee Connolly, mentored by Liz Gray
When the lights go out, next thing I’m writing a rhyme
for it has to be in that moment of time;
if I don’t, the words go away –
write them down or they’ll be gone the next day;
my brain just works that way,
it’s just day after day.
Poems can be written from the past;
putting the words on paper they will always last;
poems can be instantly written
for words are never forbidden,
just seize the moment in time,
not recording them is a wasteful crime.
I try to go back to sleep
but my brain has been working for week after week
I go to JCB: my brain is tired –
I wonder if my brain’s retired?
I pretend to keep my mind on the job
I have to be professional: I can’t be a slob
I have to be at JCB all of the day
that’s how I earn my monthly pay.
Write the poem out of my head
it can be adjusted, then read.
Poem’s just like a machine,
it can run like a dream;
flow of the engine will show
enjoyment of the poem will grow
if you don’t put the words on paper it’s a wasted rhyme.
(c) Graham Gee Connolly, 2014