Face Meets Wrist Meets Desk

The crickets howl on a Summer night
I close my eyes to listen as I collect my thoughts
incoherent moans, evaporating
yet leading to the next naturally

My pen strokes join the symphony of crickets
flowery words with much to say about little
and soon my eye lids grow weary
I struggle to finish as my pen slips from my hand
and face meets wrist meets desk

Reviews

[Laura]

This is really great, I like the ending to the poem. And you are really great at creating imagery.
This part creates a lot of imagery
"My pen strokes join the symphony of crickets
flowery words with much to say about little
and soon my eye lids grow weary "
Great job on this, it's awesome. : )

[wordsuntold]

Love it.
Beautiful imagery.
Reminds me of the many times I've fallen asleep writing :)