Gone Are The Unborn Poems

 

Gone Are The Unborn Poems

 

Gone are

The unborn poems of

Recent weeks.

A longing to release them

Speaks

Within.

Alas

They are past

Like a tempest

Intense on its passage.

But the wake is

Long

Left to another place

Another face

Another person’s page.

I leave it to that sage

To seize the moment

And reveal

The poem

That others too

May feel

Its rhythm and rhyme

In their own time.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 11 January 2018

 


 

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