temporary goodnight kiss
until I wake you up
to nestle in wet sunshine
midnight *******, shh!
hushed whispers
I am a touch away

simplicity is me
typing away
when you are asleep,
breathing,
waiting for me

in poetry I speak my mind,
freely
without fear-
I share who I am

fleeting reprieve
from me-
forgotten for hours,
left alone
wandering
lost
in woods
of pleasing confusion

As we sojourn in this world
We do as what we are told
Coz if not, be ready for a scold
People can really be that mean and cold.
                            
But as our journey gets longer
We will realize sooner or later
Not all are consumed by anger
There are those who will bring you laughter.

Cherish those who will make you smile
Even if you are separated by a thousand mile
They will always be there for you
In your heart, you'll know they are sincere and true.

The ash falls, flake by flake,
into the lake, I am as stiff as a rake-
the oven of my mind can no longer bake,
Whatever I write, it just feels so fake!

This is not me, as I know myself
I'd have been scribbling away, lost in self
but my inspiration is sitting on a shelf,
the kitchen is *****, there is no chef!

I suffer chronically from writer's block,
I sit, I stare and I watch the clock-
The ship of Imagination is in the dock
stuck hard and fast like an old rock!

Verses used to flow so quick and easy
the thought of writing now makes me queasy-
I try and try, but its no longer breezy
I struggle, I fall, I feel rather wheezy!

I wonder when all this will ever go away
I wait, in vain, hoping for that one day
when writing shall be again, child 's play
and my inspiration will be here to stay!

The ash falls, flake by flake,
into the lake, I'm as stiff as a rake
the oven of my mind can no longer bake
and whenever I write, it feels fake!