Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.24

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

Is my awareness limited by my bad habits?
Within the absence of engine sounds I find time to sigh
I should be searching for the cultivators of my net dreams
Instead I’m buying paper for the books I plan to write

What the heck? It could be my awareness is limited
I feel echo chills from out of all the walls
The gradual sacrifice of my solo man
I’m nailed to my nickels and dimes

I make all of my skillful errors
while pounding on Sunday keyboards
Anonymously meeting in interstellar coffee shops
limits defining my unlimited choices

So I play Louis Armstrong
pondering the reason for words
These words borrowed from his titles 
I feel the echo chills pounding like rain

This requires no sacrifice
I’m paying for nothing
I removed his Debit card from the table
It could be one more of those bad habits!



I was inspired to write this piece after reading some of “Sand Blown’s” poems. I found the title names to be intriguing so I used them to knit this piece together. Please join me in welcoming a talented new poet.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required