up all night to no ends
I talked to a friend all night long and I find it wonderful and annoying,
I would never share my annoyance,
To me if you’re up all night you’re writing your accomplishing something you’re bettering yourself and you’re getting your book the way you want it so you can publish it,
That”s not the case in this instance,
I was so past tired at 4:00 a.m. today,
Nearly nodding off,
Then Ruth called,
We had spoken earlier,
As a writer I think and right sporadically,
Some of my best ideas come and that brief little bit before deep sleep,
Ruth is fighting cancer,
Ruth’s heart isn’t good,
Ruth’s roommate exploded at her,
The roommate holds things in until she can’t hold them in anymore and then everyone dies!
Ruth needs her roommate she gets 1500 a month that’s for rent!
Ruth and I talked,
We went in and moved the kitties Their mother had moved them into a cabinet with my electronics which I thought she couldn’t get into I have so little space for sixteen cats even less when I had more, not my choice,
Not my choice!
About seven A.M I struck my wall,
Ruth got it and let me go to sleep,
I was up at 10:10 a.m.,
I’m not one to sleep all day,
It’s about to start again,
1009 p.m.,
Off to potty checking the kittens go to the kitchen get milk so I can have hot tea,
See I’m a literal writer ,
A journalist,
Not with news items you almost would think a diarist,
Nonfiction poet writes blank verse,
Fluctuating my opinion of my life,
I will continue that’s who I am,
You allow me to be wide and scope,
The breath of my writing goes far,
What a wondrous thing to sit here,
Write what is in my heart ,
And be read by fellow writers,
Around the globe,
Only a writer would see ,
The literate group we belong to,
This is significant,
Not Global Warming significant,
Peace satisfying,
Val Whitewolf 