Desertion

What words, what rhymes nowthat the muse has deserted me Poetry seems a stranger the heart will not allow in for it knocks soft, and unsure-likeand walks away softer, with a knowing that no one's coming to the doorfor this stranger the heart won't allow in

Survival

I've lived so long in this mind of mineI've been blind to all other sensesWintry darkness had become my lifepalpitating at nights, putting up defences So, you'll bear with me, if I must remind this body of mine that it's still alive So, you'll forgive me, if I take to vicebreathe a little, maybe inhale,…

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Market Square

Is that the cost of inspiration, then? You steal from the artist an idea, a thought, a penny, in the market square and say it's borrowed? Is that the price you pay for a good deed not unpunished; the law of Karma nullified; not returned by another fair and square - stolen, to be returned…

Bird

I wonder why you perch or trotwhen you get to fly?I couldn't ever imagine even wanting to settleIf I had freedom like yours...All the expansive firmament, her cool breezes and showers are first yours; yoursthe blushing dawn too, as is the first ray of gold Why then would you even seek repose upon sills and…