my poetic joss
seems
to have run out
for now.
this patch of dry ink,
feels like a bee,
visiting flower to flower,
only to find no honey
oh goddess of poetry!
when will thou
take a seat
on the tip of my tongue
for the river of poetry
to flow freely?
© 2017
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
my poetic joss
seems
to have run out
for now.
this patch of dry ink,
feels like a bee,
visiting flower to flower,
only to find no honey
oh goddess of poetry!
when will thou
take a seat
on the tip of my tongue
for the river of poetry
to flow freely?
© 2017