At Midnight - When Words Refusing to Line Up Nicely

 My own little midnight cat on the roof

This is the time of night when my ideas become lively little creatures. Words refuse to stay still, sentences fight back, imagination becomes dramatic, theatrical and writing feels like a duel, not a calm activity.

It’s not that I can’t write — it’s that the ideas arrive wild, and I have to wrestle them onto the page.

A quiet idea followed me from the kitchen, but I couldn’t quite hear what it wanted to say.

Bright, quiet, nostalgic, or foggy —  Write !

Not right?

Might come to the light,

It is not a flying kite,

it can make me feel like fight,

but,

I will make a bite of  words,

in the dark, long night

The world is asleep - imagination is awake.

I sit down, and the duel begins.

It’s the moment when you’re full of ideas, but the page becomes a battlefield of tiny word bites.

Midnight arrives like a badly behaved cat — knocking over my ideas just for fun.

At midnight, the words sharpen their little teeth and wait for me.

 

I wield a pen like a wand, gently coaxing the unruly words into order. Some obey, bowing politely.
But slowly, magically, the sentence forms.
The letters curl up  like sleepy kitten, the punctuation snores, and the last stubborn adjective finally agrees to behave. 

“A sentence tried to escape me tonight, but I caught it by the tail”

Close my notebook, victorious.

Midnight smiles. The duel is over — until tomorrow. 

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