Writing Poetry

All Night Journey

Sometime, between dusk and dawn,
(if I'm lucky) I can block duty
out of mind, and write
poetry... But orchestration
of a throbbing tune
strangled until night,
is like telling a trampled
rose to re-bloom.

Suffocated memory marches slowly
into now--the naked inner
melody groping blindly
through mental gauze, and always
competing against a party, or
turned up TV.

Finally, quiet conquers, and
(luck with me) as dawn downs the
night, the genesis re-emerges,
riding a ray of pale light
into poetry.

-- Delma Luben