poetry

I Want to Write my Novel Today

I want to write my novel today

But sometimes to words won’t come.

I want my masterpiece right away

But aren’t brave enough to be undone.

 

I want to be a poet today

But sometimes I forget what that means.

I want the perfect verse right away

But aren’t brave enough to admit I need cleaned.

 

I want to sign my book today

But sometimes I forget my own pen.

I want to sell my words away

But aren’t brave enough to hit send.

 

I want to be well-known today

But most times by no one at all.

I’m willing to whittle my days away

But aren’t brave enough to let go and fall.

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Lights

P1000523 (2)Left only in the company

Of slithers of light along the wall,

Drawing harsh, poetic lines

Across my work.

What happened to the day?

At what point did the sun give in

Laying waste to all I’ve written?

What happened to my words?

When did they too, abandon me

Leaving me like a shadow in the dark

Unseen and reluctantly accepted?