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.

By lack of use
Collapse into black holes
Of neural spaces
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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