New Heights

by Cheryl J. Howell
May 20, 2012

Once upon an achy day,
I stayed home to sleep and rest.
I was so tired, I must say,
I lay down and did my best.

Pain and aching slows me down,
But poems don't just stop then.
Wanting just to go to sleep,
My closed eyes did not stop them.

Lines began to come and go,
Metered, and even with rhyme.
Lord, how do I turn this off,
To turn on another time?

Lord, where is the "pause" button?
Or should I get up and write?
What's happening in my heart—
Never thought I'd reach this height!

© 2012 Cheryl J. Howell. All rights reserved.
Photo by G.W. Grimm-Howell
Deva, Transylvania