Giddy

 

No pen, pencil, laptop, phone,

I awake giddy from a starlit dream,

 

jot down lines of a great poem

before my thoughts flee. Lipstick

 

scribbled on shower stall,

iambic gems, vivid, bright red.

 

Bits smeared on door, floor, drain,

sestet ending at the very edge.

                              Timothy Pilgrim