Midnight "Write"

Elizabeth Everett



"The ideas are coming!" "The ideas are coming!"

I awake with a start

This time I’m prepared to battle

Be still my heart

The ideas course thru me

My insides reverberating with each gallop

This is it, there is no other option

Battle is imminent

I have been taxed by ideas for way too long

I gather my words to right this wrong

My words gather in anticipation

With the same goal in relation

No more taxation without representation!



My words, my troops

They stand at attention

Then size themselves up in word formation

One in formation , starts with a “C”

Unabashedly approaches me

"Please sir, if I may

Before this war goes underway

There are a few things I’d like to say-"



"This is going to be an uphill battle

If you fall, get back up on that saddle

Don’t be up the creek without a paddle

For we have reached the point of no return,

Where a lesson taught, is a lesson learned

And a dollar spent, is a dollar earned!"



"Stop! Say no more!", I do beseech

Your cadence of words figure of speech

But nothing to my troops did you teach

Progress- a dog, you’d be the leash

Inspiration -blood, you’d be the leech

All those things we’ve heard before,

Soldier, I have no use for you anymore

You are trite and overused

As effective as a bomb without a fuse

Cliché, from duty, you are excused



Words resized and ready to fight

We march steadily into the night

Towards the onslaught of ideas

They’re a formidable sight

Yet my troops march on, absent of fright



The ideas were now within reach

As I struggled to get my words under control

I noticed the ideas begin to slow

What was happening? Where was their flow?

Why? It just didn’t make sense

My words seemed to lose their confidence

Tense? Tense? Oh I was past tense

"But that’s not proper," grammar stated

Above all else, proper or not

We must adhere to our wiles

Those ideas must be caught

Sticking to rules is a paralyzing resin

Yes most definitely pun was intended

Mirthfully I returned to the present



Ideas and words meet in collision

Battle plan in constant revision

"Spell, check and see if the words are still in formation"

He quickly returns, speaking of dissention

"The sentences are fragmented, sir, what’s your position?"

"Make sure concepts there to provide supervision-

Now is not the time for a sentence division!"



Capturing ideas is no easy feat

They attempt to abscond

Willing my words to retreat

Unfortunate for them, we refuse defeat

Ideas in their heads, my words and I beat



My words descend into the valley of conclusion

Words, ideas, concepts

A strong, eclectic fusion

Still this shan’t warrant any grand illusions

I rally my troops, they stand in confusion

Quickly I extinguish their blazing delusions



Dare you words quiescent?

Our battle skills are merely nascent

For every win, failure will be adjacent

Let this be true, let there be no mistaken

Victory, I pray thee, stay forever latent

Let it be to you we are perpetually racing

Hide yourself- l’est we become too complacent



You words want to celebrate

You want to relax

Well more ideas are coming

And they’re coming fast

This lull in fighting, writing won’t last

Take up arms

Pen, musket

Paper, ax

Pray thee not be unarmed when the ideas attack

That minor skirmish, I say with a laugh,

T’was nothing more than a paragraph



Capture more ideas

On them we will feed

My words wont die, for ideas they will bleed

Humbled now, my words take heed

Regaining their bearing, respecting my lead

Remember, my words, forever and after

Ideas are our slaves, they will remain in capture

In remembrance of the hard won battle of chapter



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