Best Scuttled Poems

There is no peace
In this squall that is my soul
This shipwreck of suffering
Dawn's flag fluttering
A cove that won't let go

My reflection is gone
But you're still there
Gelid lips still bearing
The salt of placid caring
The coral of kicking seas

I hear the horn resounding
Midnight's mistress crowning
As bottled moonlight...

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When I feel lonely and I can write naught,
I sit down and I just begin to write…
Tea-water I’ve put on boils in the pot
And I can’t ‘get there’, not really… not quite…
And so, I fill the air with empty words,
Reflecting all the emptiness I feel.
I...

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