my spine is like jelly
my head on a spring
my feet stuck in concrete
something has clipped
my wings of creativity
doing their best to keep
me grounded, i should
be soaring and swooping
and diving and playing
with words, dancing
with phrases, alluding
with alliteration, but
the bucket is empty,
there’s nothing left
in the till, i don’t
seem to come up with
anything even by
sheer determination
and will, so i’ll hang
up my pencil, set
aside my quill and try
to rhyme for someone
else…
glb /// “alluding with alliteration”
Tag: writer’s block
traces of life
words spill from my brain,
scorch paper,
leave immortal marks,
anger, love, frustration, loss
ashen traces of life
i struggle to recall
pain pulls up to the table
clinking knife to glass,
demanding some wine
to acccompany this horror show
immune to cries
from shattered lives
left in its wake
i am never going to be
what i set out to,
corners turned,
alleys dark,
bring new
colors i have not
dreamed before
i pull pen from paper
reseat my mind,
and eye,
refocus energy
on well worn territory
alternate paths
to subjects hard to reach,
becoming my own
crier,
echoing similar refrains
through the caverns
of my imagination
repeated so many times
it is hard to prove
their veracity
only knowing that
if uttered enough times
they have to be
glb /// “traces of life”
originally published 10/11/2017
do you justice
all of my poetic words and phrases
are locked up tight in my heart tonight
leaving me with everything else
circling my brain
i desperately want to write something
to you
for you
that’s just where my mind has been
but you deserve a bed of roses
a sea of sunflowers
fields of poppies
tulips and azaleas
so i’ll retire my tablet for tonight
hoping a quiet night
and a good rest
will find me at sunrise
poised to do you justice
glb /// “do you justice”
originally posted 04/09/2019
going sideways 