Another Spring

The string is broken, the past is lost A road forgotten —fresh winter’s frost All memory erases, new thoughts to spin The distance thawing —another Spring (Court At K.O.P: February, 2016) And She, My Breath Becomes The Muse continues to punish me, whenever I write prose Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt —no fury 'hell hath known' She sentences me to endless nights, and days when words won't come Until I succumb to writing verse —and she, my breath becomes (The Court at K.O.P: February, 2016)