Monday, April 4, 2016

Natl Poetry Month, Day 3, No Words For Poems



No Words for Poems
       
Today my words hide from my pen
My thoughts are in complete shatter
Stanzas fly like shredded paper caught
on a gusty breeze
I try, but it doesn’t matter
Poetry lies asleep, upon a dreamy meadow
All I can do is wait till it wakes and yawns
in a gentle rain
Floating back into my mind—so I can write again


 ©Wayne Adam 2015



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