In my Head

I had poetry in my head and then it was gone a faded background of orange, yellow, brown A pointed amber of light that would not help Where did the words go? Hiding in a glen of tallness or under cover of green canopy or hanging onto a noun with limbs I’m tired and can’t think My muse is here perky and sun-gold bright many spears standing at attention waiting for me to write something but nothing I did haveRead more