it is trying to describe the feeling you get when your really tired and still trying to concentrate on some thing. for example it's 1 in the morning and your still trying to read your history text book and nodding off every sentence and rereading each sentence three times.The Hours Past Midnight ~Ryex said:Whilst I pondered weak and weary, upon a night most dreary – or something like, the poem goes – I came upon a needle stack, and could not find the hay.
ALSO: while I'm looking for out side opinion, if that opinion is "thats not a poem" then you best be quite. I have this as defense, a published poem by Ogdon Nash
Ode to a Baby ~Ogdon Nash said:A bit of talcum, is always walcum