PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

once, I was cold

where as now I am not

though my discretions lay wounded

where my good intentions were shot

still, two flawless steps from a quaint

imperfection I stand

scheming to retire the punctured doubts of

dread

while no silver tongued words cross my hand

the tireless consequences that call to my

creativity

remain ever the elusive to the greater wealth

of knowledge

jabbing in my head

as the glittering band of friendless trepidation

plays on

I scramble to hear the keys of magic as they

clink

just out of reach from my dribbling wand

this not now so clever pen's ink

her majesty, this page

she listens to my garbled council

her head nods none too knowingly

as she delivers me but one spare scowl

to be one with such unexpressed anonymity

can become a rather sore reflection of injustice

stalking thoughts backwards to the front

of all my mind's halls

I react first to my own best sage

and my wit grows more focused and blunt as I

wallow in these shallow waters of self

inflicted rage......................

(Jan. 4, 1996)