In the Zone

It’s 3 a.m. in the morn, Nameless is already shouting:
“Get out of the way and let me write my story!”
It’s been days of dilly-dallying;
Avoidance persistent

It’s happened once before; the hijacking
A character once held me captive in a place
Where sense of time disappears
– Unimaginable ecstasy

Bitter wind wailing outside is no concern of mine
As lips curl into a smile for I know a secret;
I’m about to enter the zone

note: I’ve been so busy of late, and unfortunately with things that don’t inspire much creativity. I miss the creative and inventive process of writing, and the utter joy of being in the moment.

Word Churner

One kind word can warm three winter months.
~ A Japanese proverb

Talking machine churns
And skips to the previous groove;
Rhetoric is broken

Churns the machine
Producing discord instead of sound;
A source of confusion

Word churner stirs
Audiences no longer interested
Put a lid on

For everyone has a word
But ’tis layer of kindness that makes
A whole lot of difference.

In Conversation

People often say I don’t talk about myself much. I agree, I’m rather a private person yet if one reads my poems will sure find a bit of me in them.

Anyway, I recently sat down for a chat with Sherry Blue Sky at Poets United. If you’d like to pop by and join the conversation, welcome!

Reminiscing about the African sun.

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