Prey for the Pen
Thoughts scatter and still ‘neath the shadow of my pen,
Self-consciously aware of the poise and passion of their predecessors,
Suppressed, unsure, uninspired,
Not yet ready to be devoured or admired.
Self-consciously aware of the poise and passion of their predecessors,
Suppressed, unsure, uninspired,
Not yet ready to be devoured or admired.
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I love “melt prison bars!”
I can relate!
Yeah, Geri, I spent a few days struggling to write a few meh lines, but kept finding previous poems I’d written that wowed me. Was tempted to just post older stuff for a bit.