Nonsense Rambling - Poem about Foolishness

Writing into the night is something writers often do. In my spiral notebook of “The A.M. Poems,” this is what I do. Maybe that’s just “foolishness” to a lot of people, but to those who must write, we must write.

Yet as the night wanes and the coffee is gone, even though the words might be coming, they are slowing and hesitant—or maybe just not making as much sense to a tired brain. Foolish babbling in the mind forces the poet to finally put aside his pen, his laptop, or his “quill,” as one of my fellow writers would say…and just stop.

Foolish babbling,

Incessant windiness

Too much mind work

Or pen work

Or maybe the hour of the night

Or the craziness in the air

Or in my head.

Wasteful words,

Incomprehensible idioms

Too vague

Or farfetched

Or stupid or corny

Or simply just

Not thought out enough.

Stop it all.

Dim that light.

Put it all aside.

Drop that cursed pen,

Tormented brain,

And let it rest,

As I rest.