“An Evening at Home” by Edward John Poynter‘Writer’s Clock’ by Monty Med The Society December 21, 2017 Poetry 9 Comments I should be asleep! But try as I might, I can’t help but keep Wanting to write. Not only deep Into the night, But till birds cheep . . And it’s all but light. Monty Med is a 54 year-old driver who grew up in England, but he’s been living in Provence (France) for the last 17-18 years; and also spends 3 months every year in Nepal. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 9 Responses Fr. Richard Libby December 21, 2017 I’m familiar with this subject matter! Well done! Reply Monty January 16, 2018 It wasn’t till last night, Chris, that I learnt my poem had been put on this page (and that was only ‘cos a chum noticed it: and called me on the spot). What an exquisite surprise it was to actually see it on the screen; that’s never happened before. Anyway, cheers for yer remarks. It sounds as if yer familiar with those impossible moments when one’s trying to juggle two opposites: The all-consuming physical need, at 5am, to shut one’s eyes (just stop writing, and get into bed) . . Pitched against the uncanny mental stimulation which can be attained when one’s on a deep train-of-thought with pen in hand; utterly indifferent to time. I’ve always found it fascinating how these two combatants can battle it out with each other for hours; while the hapless human, over whom they’re fighting, somehow rides the storm and stays on that ‘train’. The things we do for love, a! Reply Monty January 16, 2018 Sorry, I should’ve put Rich, not Chris. I dunno how that occured. Michael Dashiell December 22, 2017 A clever little poem. I wrote one on the same theme as a teenager in 2 quatrains as your own. Reply Paul January 15, 2018 Very creative great words Monty Reply Rupert January 19, 2018 Brilliant Monty , You are clever Reply Melissa May 15, 2018 Simply beautiful Reply Kim Cherub October 21, 2018 Monty, I like the poem. You should post more! I think the meter might be better with “But till the birds cheep …” Reply Monty April 14, 2020 . Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Monty January 16, 2018 It wasn’t till last night, Chris, that I learnt my poem had been put on this page (and that was only ‘cos a chum noticed it: and called me on the spot). What an exquisite surprise it was to actually see it on the screen; that’s never happened before. Anyway, cheers for yer remarks. It sounds as if yer familiar with those impossible moments when one’s trying to juggle two opposites: The all-consuming physical need, at 5am, to shut one’s eyes (just stop writing, and get into bed) . . Pitched against the uncanny mental stimulation which can be attained when one’s on a deep train-of-thought with pen in hand; utterly indifferent to time. I’ve always found it fascinating how these two combatants can battle it out with each other for hours; while the hapless human, over whom they’re fighting, somehow rides the storm and stays on that ‘train’. The things we do for love, a! Reply
Michael Dashiell December 22, 2017 A clever little poem. I wrote one on the same theme as a teenager in 2 quatrains as your own. Reply
Kim Cherub October 21, 2018 Monty, I like the poem. You should post more! I think the meter might be better with “But till the birds cheep …” Reply
