Did you go
to the gym
the Poet asked
Or just write
weakened
the verse untasked
The vowels and
consonants
stay unflexed
With words
atrophic
— their muscles vexed
(The New Room: December, 2024)
Categories:
untasked, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Lovely plummage....
This parrot is dead!!!
What's up inside my head?
I think my brain has bled,
Or of simple sense, not fed
How can I defend myself...
If my brain is on a shelf,
Unused, untasked, unread,
That brain is little more than dead,
So you prevail yet once more, again
From your lofty mental den,
As I do crawl away,
Hoping sometime will come my day.
Categories:
untasked, angst, confusion, inspirational,
Form: Free verse