Lockdown writing III

Late into the night
when sleep does not come
my mind wanders freely
until it is done
Gives me the words
that I pluck from the air
and fashion to paper
with rhythm and flair

For you can take freedom
and prevent me from seeing
but you can’t take the substance
that’s part of my being
So I’ll use this abandon
and give it some form
as the gift of the poet
here pending the norm


Photo – Jempics


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. utahan15
    Apr 28, 2020 @ 10:37:36

    long naps
    make me inside
    and go
    so you now know~



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