William Kelii Kekaula Poet Rhyme

Poetless

Blank pages strewed high on my desk in pain,
For now, I heard the squelch of death again,
It had echoed from my emptied inkwells,
As dying words crept from a mind that quells,

Pilfered hands scrawl at piles for hopeful hints,
A gleam, as much as a sign to convince,
A broked stopped clock reminds that time does not,
And a muted bird still has what its got,

Rambled eyes of a place in disguises,
Shadows grow as my heart vaporizes,
My rhythmless moves just proved my resolve,
I heard the squelch of death again, evolve.


2019 September 14

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Jonathan J. May 18, 2021 at 11:59 AM Wow! This is chilling. What a way to describe writers block. Another favorite poem. Well done!! All the best, Jonathan J. William Kelii Kekaula May 18, 2021 at 1:23 PM Wow, Jonathan, a forgotten bit presents itself in the glow of your words my friend, you are appreciated, Aloha!