Sign

May 8, 2018

 

 

Been slow to write as of late, unmotivated... uninspired.
Decided to sit tonight, and try to weave out some words.


I no sooner wrote and sent this first poem, when this blinding light hit from the bedroom, and rolled down the stair.

I think I got my sign, so I wrote a second. 🖊📝

"Your voice, held still
from inside-out
it cries... misplaced
but carries no sound.

You need a sign, to recognize
that thirst...
that made you a poet.

You wonder, if you'll know it."

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"Just then, without warning
that sign... slants over your soul
you enter in, through open pane.

Causing you to believe
there's reason... to write, again." 

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