Love Triangle From time to time
I must allow my pen to rest.
Give my ink some time to dry.
Unplug my writer’s intellect and disconnect.
Take my hiatus.
Those blank pages I have left
will be there when I return
with more emotions to express.
It’s okay to leave them bare.
I have the right to flex my stingy.
It’s not written anywhere
in law that all which abides in me
I must share at all times.
I retreat from parts of speech,
immerse myself in samples,
chord structures, and funky, broken beats.
Lose myself in winding melodies,
and rhythms of the streets.
Feel the pounding of the drums
like my stomping ancestor’s feet.
I’ve no peace ‘til it’s released.
I must create to feel complete.
Follow my muses where they lead -
be it poetry ... |