Idle Time Lurking
On idle days,
the pointers of inspiration
slow down...
With nothing new on the front,
life is slow too...
I'm on the prowl
waiting for events...
I watch the sunrise,
and the sun goes down to dusk...
I watched the rain that didn't come,
my distant love
that didn't match me...
I understood, then
that no poem
occurred to me, nor any
poetry I wrote...
I'm still on the prowl
of a busy novel days
that bring me inspiration
not voidness !
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