POW#12...
hanging on like a bad poet
unable to open the cellar door
where my mind remains hidden
silent with nothing
unable to write
I stare at the burning incense
no longer willing to glow
where the ashes keep falling
from the silence within
hanging on to forgotten words
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my original poetry
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About Me
- Wayne Pitchko
- Golden, British Columbia, Canada
- POET/PAINTER..I'm retired social worker..live in the Canadian Rockies with my partner Vreni. have two daughters and six grandchildren.....
6 comments:
Oh..sounds like you have a case of the blues. Hang on kiddo ..it will pass.
There are a lot more words in your treasure trove.
Sing a song in your lovely garden and do a slow dance with Vreni.It's summer..you lucky bugger!
Cheers
Rall
Beautiful and sorrowful very nicely done!
Cheers to you Wayne have a lovely weekend!
Pamela
I've had many occasions where it seemed the words had dried up, then out of nowhere the spigot started running again.
I like this, Wayne. Moving.
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