Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Fatal Attraction

Desperate. Desperate for another line.
For another poem. Anything new,
Not to make it new, but to renew.
To drench me in its warm spring rain
After these unrelenting winters.
There are warmer times, but they only
Make the grey less bearable.
I keep reading to find --

No, not here, lovely though, perhaps too simple;
Here in this verse? In this rhyme?
I think i may have found it this time --
But no.
Just words again, falling down in a cold rain.
Soon. Soon.
Well, write another paragraph for them.
Waiting, hoping, willing time for the poet,
Springing up, give me life anew.


don't be emily said...

to simple? too simple?

~im just only me~ said...

yep thanks.

Anonymous said...

why white text?

~im just only me~ said...

why do you think?

Anonymous said...

I would not have asked if I already knew or had an idea.

~im just only me~ said...

its open to interpretation...