No more purple prince
who kissed himself
maybe just looked
purple through Jimi's haze
Are tha missing some respect
Chesters numb not even crawling
Amaze has its back to the black
I maybe curt
Never mind me
Janis has a hea
Eva and John seem stoned i imagine
Changes two pack of smokes
Someone gonna die
Big E's small cry
Oh it is easy to sit at the dock
The woodworkers daughter moved closer to you
RJ was cross at Rhodes
Lisa lopes about tears starts to fall
She's in need of tender care
but then again aren't you all.
Categories:
unwrote, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Writing in a room with an insolent ceiling,
Haughty in its skill at keeping thoughts out of reach,
Emotions darted above me, bat-like in their evasion,
A rapture of denial, pushing me away.
Ever I spun toward memory - always a quarter-turn ahead;
The seasons hid their faces, the Heavens turned their back,
Inspiration's cache stood just offshore, vanishing in fog;
What room was this - I was lost, off-center.
Every poem unwrote itself, the merest beginning hope
having fallen to dust; my mind and body were false constructions.
At the last, light and darkness gave up definition,
The walls and floor coming to the point without me.
March 25, 2017
Categories:
unwrote, muse, poems, writing,
Form: Free verse
She sat at home
Lonely
Her thoughts kept gathering in her head
Of the words she never spoke
Words left unwrote
She loved him
Did he love her?
She wished he did
She wondered y he treated her so bad
Why he was never around
The love letter she once kept trapped in her head
Was only a fade memory of the thoughts she had.
Broken and damaged
At the thought
That not even he
Would share her heart.
Love broken
Love torn apart
She wouldn’t write the
Love letter that was so dear to her
Heart.
Categories:
unwrote, lost love, lovelove,
Form: I do not know?