One AM Monoku

All the broken pieces of me make me complete.

In Hot Pursuit

She is always in hot pursuit of a poem to write
Silent words speak, thoughts take flight.

When her imagination runs riot
She loses her feelings of disquiet.

She does not seek friend, foe or gobbledygook 
She seeks only her pen and scribbled handbook.

She can sit forever by the gurgling brook
Sometimes,  she takes her place by the inglenook.

She seeks not hope, wealth or love
She cherishes nature and the warm sky above.

Poetry is the light that she can read
Splash of blue to golden to knock Em dead.

Her healing is found in these offerings 
When a verse is inked, know that her soul is flying.

26/04/2021

In the blueness of my ink 

A sparrow takes flight 

Handling The Handlebar

I met a moustache aficionado 
A pedigree handlebar signified his bravado 

It rode on his upper lip like an overhang 
Flowing, curling like a spaghetti flank 

A style statement for this self respecting desperado .

Writing To Me

When you are big and grown
‘Tis better to cry alone.

So I cry when I am all alone 
Till the tears are done and worn.

Then I write poetry and feel better
It’s like me writing to me , a letter.

The words I write lessen my pain 
My soul’s peace I attain.

Poetry fills the void in my heart
It’s like offloading an emotional cart.

That’s the way I handle my pain
With poetry, my quintessence sustain. 

Eighth April Haiku

Between heartbeats:

The legitimacy

Of violence .

Unsubdued

My love for you is there to stay 
It drenches me all through the day.

I loved you long before you loved me 
Loving you just came to me so easy.

I loved you all through the years
I hold you in my heart like a souvenir.

You bring the stars out in the nights’ hours
I pluck them, wear them in my hair like flowers.

My love for you will never fade
Forever on my mind, when I sleep, when I wake.

I stain my page with your name 
I dream of you, my dream you became.

I can go on in this poem about you 
Because this is a love I cannot subdue. 

My Muse Doesn’t Speak To Me Anymore

Your silence 
Spills into
My poetry

Sleepless~
Wandering in my dreams 
Without poetry 



#writers block