My bed…
the creative zone
of this day dreamer
lazy poet
who lived in her own world
of books and more books
and few dreams
not a morning person
loved sleeping more than
anything else
fragile, fussy about food
shy introvert
never wished to annoy a soul
a bundle of all that
my father didn’t approve
he failed to
discipline me
he thought I was the rebel
without a cause
understand he didn’t
the becoming of a lazy poet
I didn’t choose to be a poet
poetry chose me
it came to me
I didn’t try to be a poet
poetry came to me as a twin soul.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
An amusing piece deftly woven with self-deprecating humour.
Thanks Louis. My Bed is actually is my creative zone.
A portrait of the artist as a young girl! An interesting,confessional,and insightful poem.
Thanks Vijay. It is confessional indeed.
This poem gives us an insight into the poetic process and practice adopted by the poet alongwith some deeper insights about poetry and how it chooses its composers
Thanks Amita, your response says it all…. about the creative process.