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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