Jerry T Curtis Poet Rhyme

Dead Letters

In the twilight of the day
when I'm worn to spent to play
I try to write  to no avail
the page is bright, but
the ink is pale
so the straight flat papers crumbles
as my thoughts wander and stumble
on a tight wad paper ball
to be a secret after all
tossed into a small round basket
a sad but fitting poem's casket
As these thoughts now fade in time
without reason, without rhyme
might return soon resurrected
but again by night rejected
so I think I'll wait till morning
and cease this awful yawning 
and dream of things to write
of thoughts which haunt the night

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Dean Wood June 27, 2017 at 11:10 AM " . . . a sad but fitting poem's casket" Now that has a nice ring to it. This is a great poem, most of us have been there! - Dean

Sharon Gulley June 25, 2017 at 11:15 AM I feel this one deeply Jerry. I do so understand. What a great write and a fav. too. Sharon

Eileen Manassian May 1, 2017 at 11:11 PM Tossed into a small round basket, a sad but fitting poem's casket....these lines are simply superb. Really stood out for me. Cleverly done, Jerry. I know....it kills me to think of how many brilliant poems never came to be...

Joseph Soper May 1, 2017 at 9:13 AM the verse that wasnt!! great write dude..

Glen Schwartz April 30, 2017 at 5:37 PM I love it !! Writing about , what you can't write about. Perfect.. Jerry T Curtis April 30, 2017 at 6:20 PM Thanks Glen, I've given this advice to other writers when they say they have lost their muse, I say how does that feel,write it down. Take Care and I look forward to reading more of your work