#thwarted
I’ve been up
all night
slow dancing
with the reasons why
my canvas is still mostly
empty and
my palate
holds only
seven shades of black.
While I’m weeping
through a
Foxtrot with
my paintbrush
and daubing
midnight
stains across
my walls
the Hollyhocks
still bloom
outside my door.
The humming birds
adore them
standing tall and
lavender
but I can’t stop
to waltz with them
I’ll lose
this beat
and genius
that fickle muse
will quickstep
on
and leave me here
behind.
ljm
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
Autobio. Belief. Cautious ****
dear, the cost, of time lost, while aching,
after sitting as still as you can imagine
for as long as you can imagine,
ignoring bowel and bladder,
yawn, and feel the stretching, think again
any work in progress
works best with conjoined minds of the kinds
one finds in old texts, and sometimes, illustrations.
Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 6:00 PM UTC