Sunday, August 27, 2017

Words 2017

After so long not posting or writing, it is wonderful to feel the urge once again to write poetry.  The below is a rusty first after such a break to get back into the way of writing.




Words……..constipated
By lack of use
Collapse into black holes
Of neural spaces

Imagination
Withered and wrinkled
A prune like kernel
Shrivelled into goat turd consistency

Still…I feel
The tide begin to stir
Seeping through capillaries
The hint of creative ability returns

The silence of survival
Begins to crumble
Once more I feel
His breath

He, who waited
In still silence
Waiting….for me
The muse of words




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