Crumpled Balls of Paper
Crumpled pieces of white bond
Lay like a blanket round my feet
One more for the Friday trash
Joins the rest in prose defeat
I try to write the perfect ode
To melt the chill of winter’s night
A love ballet sweet and lingering
Or free verse bathed in love’s delight
Sweet six string chorded heartfelt words
End up just another crumpled scrap
Perhaps I’m running out of loving words
Or perhaps I only need a little nap
Bravo!
Love & Light,
Joseph
Great poem followed....now take a nap and be back in flash with that old six string and let us have a beautiful song!!
Love Tinka
Monette
Gentle (((hugs))) and prayers--don't force it, sweetie. Boy, don't I have to tell myself this all the time. You've hit a nerve with this...relax, if you have to, walk away from it and pick it up another time. 'Kay?
Excellent poem of poetic angst--BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.