Another nothing poem...

That beautiful baby is stirring

As his father sleeps so sound

I sit here with pen

in my hand

writing

writing

writing nothing.

There is that business upstairs

with a million tasks to do

or probably less.

We have a bank account

calling for cash.

Beauty of this day,

Find me.

Help me leash my

Dragons well

Help me create and let go

Also love just so...

Beauty Writing Queen

A good & beautiful

Strong lovely muscle

withers a but

Atrophies as I

Do not write.

It's not right

to not write

and yet what do

I write about

The travel to light

from darkness or

Just how hard life is?

Ugh

It seems that's all there

is in me or else

it's some bubbly headed

beauty

Trying to be queen.

Written in purple when our son was 8 months old.

There are Karmic unsaid sentences at play here

Brain stamped people from the past

Screaming go away...

Just go the shmuck away!!!