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I can’t think one day
my mind just drew a blank
my eyes watered and my
eyes just blinked
I said goodbye poetry
I am finished with you
what’s it gonna take
before someone hears
these words
after 33 years of writing
this is for the birds
Thought I heard someone say
in the distance, almost the time
I was gonna pray,
“don’t put that pen down”
“it ain’t nothing new”
just the poetry blues
“more like dead if you ask me”
its laid back not saying a thing
no whispering not even a breeze
just all of a sudden a freeze
two, three days went by and
I was sure I was through with poetry,
just then poetry spoke
“Grab your pen”
I want to talk, I looked all crazy around
the room what the hell was this!
it’s 3:00 AM in the morning,
I must be mad, or crazy I assumed
“Can’t you see I am sleeping”
I don’t want to talk to you anymore
I am through with you poetry so walk on out
that door.
Poetry was quiet and I fell back to sleep
but then I felt the pressure of him stepping across my mind he peeped.
“You know you can’t let me go”
you’re the moon and I am your ocean, we flow
together and make a sweet motion
So get the pen and let’s make love tonight, let me
touch your soul so you can write.
I stumbled on up against my will
but I knew he was up to something that would
make the ink spill guess I can come correct and
safely say ain’t no mo poetry blues living here
today, until the next time my mind
wants to go out and play I got
a few more words to say?
by Yvonne Coleman-Burney/ AqueenPassing
