Open Poetry #49 |
Umbrage |
alan6501 Member
since 2004-01-03
Posts 89PA |
There's umbrage, in loneliness I feed off its sad As an oxygen laced with Stubble of little glass My unattainable muse Photographic In my mind's memory Keeps me yearning Exquisitely alive And killing me Mad With desire |
||
© Copyright 2014 Alan B. Stallsmith - All Rights Reserved | |||
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hah! Sorry, should not have laughed at your plight. I was just thinking about my Muse deserting me from time to time and the feeling of hopefulness and agony I had. It'll show back up, this poem proves it already has started its comeback. If they give you ruled paper write sideways. |
||
VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
shards left to the reader's mind? Stubble of little glass eerily gripping, I'd say, not sure your muse was unattainable Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |