Gone Are The Unborn Poems


Gone Are The Unborn Poems


Gone are

The unborn poems of

Recent weeks.

A longing to release them




They are past

Like a tempest

Intense on its passage.

But the wake is


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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Gone are the verses, the couplets of rhyme,

   Off to another place and a time;

       Now inspiration to write has departed,

           Enduring, we wait, for it to be restarted.


Simon C.J. Falk 4 December 2016

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