Poetry Blogs (introvert)
I packed a suitcase for just myself
then took a trip to winter months. Found
the key to the bedroom in a snow-crusted corner.
Flat-lined in a crowded room and had to shake
off the hangover in
So mood landed on carpet
and grew dim like a lamp when the flimsy blanket
drapes over the shade to welcome the latest
blast of ice in gray sunset.
Friday 1st February 2019 9:47 am
Poetry is a
a lonely life
a frigid night
tonic for thirsty sailors
drowning in an ocean
from which we cannot drink
To our deserted island we go
while the world
casts us loners,
Let them judge
as they wine and dine
in crowded rooms
on cell patrol
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 3:18 am
On the days when my tongue betrays me
The pen is my ally.
While it cannot turn off my mind
It is comforting to have a friend
Who promises the comfort of revision,
On the nights
When my bed is my solace
And sleep is a guest who takes too damn long to arrive
There are words
That I can use to dream.
There are days when my mind
And my w...
Monday 20th February 2017 10:31 am