Rhythm, imagery, concise verbiage - poetry - music to my ears!

Nudging the complex pieces together can flow quickly, or not. But even the challenges are fun to solve (well, usually!) Below is a lighthearted poem about how a writer's thoughts (okay, my thoughts!) may dive into another realm and not resurface for air until all the pieces fall into place with a final period. 

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Published in the 
Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators Bulletin (International) 
January/February Issue, 2008 
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WRITING UNDERCOVER(S)
Donna H. Bowman

    
Here I sit. My words I tweak.
This line I’ve worked on for a week.  

Nearly have it! Almost there!    
You say you have no shirts to wear?  

Wash our laundry. Sit down. Write.   
It’s time for dinner? Is it night?   

Tick-tock echoes heard from bed.   
Word’s syllables pulse in my head.   

Flashlight, pencil; journal’s near.    
I kiss my spouse I love so dear.   

Once he sleeps – I start to write,   
Curled under covers – through the night.  

Time for breakfast? Is it day?  
       Just ten more minutes; brief delay.          

Clock strikes noon. I’m done! No wait . . .
Yes, yes! That’s it! (‘Til carved in slate.)  

Covers fly.  I leap from bed!    
Anxious ‘til my words are read.   

        Hubby reads; truth fills his mind.             
      He broadly smiles; so proud and kind.             

A heart’s fulfilled; a gift’s received.   
Words touched a soul.  Success achieved.  

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