Thursday, April 19, 2012

Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life!

You stand as ever
behind the latticed partition
half hidden from my view;
only your glinting eyes
and enigmatic smile
are allowed to filter through the net
like beams of sunlight entering
a dreary dismal dungeon.

Fate, distance and people
conspire in sadistic delight
to torment my restless imagination
into fevered frenzy.
Will i ever behold the whole
of your glorious frame
in my hungry gaze?

Friday, April 6, 2012

The Think Tank Thursday #91 Escape

My ego makes moving on criminal-
I'm a poet,
I'm a poet,
I'm a poet
and 'I' HAVE to BE a poet!
I can't escape being a poet
with that nagging itch to write;
for whom?