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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