Off to a decent start this morning, thanks in part to the extra hour…

Entire poems run through my head
before I can write them down
By morning’s light they’ve disappeared
never to return

All the eloquence I possess
breathed in those lost lines of verse
Awake here in the new morning
the forgetting feels that much worse

Scratching out lines in the half-light
my words are unclear even to me
Will closely held secrets soon reveal
something happening inside of me?

(1 November 2015)