No Poetry

I wish I could write
I wish I could create
But I’m all out of words
There is no poetry
Left in me

18 thoughts on “No Poetry

  1. When the words don’t come
    (And do they really ever?)
    I have a drink
    Or two, or three,
    And pretend I’m rain
    Upon a tree.
    Still not a poem,
    But that’s okay:
    Silence in a bottle
    Is less grave.

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