Amateur

I am a scribbler unknown, Invisible my name, Scribbling away in my void, unnoticed by fame.

Of love and loss I write, through seasons of sun and rain; verses, stagnant pools, keep gathering but in vain.

I am a scribbler unknown, a star devoid of blaze, a flame dancing alone beyond your unseeing gaze.

I am a scribbler unknown, a fleck of ink to blow away; the wind is not holding its breath for the closing of my day.

Author's Note

A reality.

Reviews

[Relic]

I enjoyed this very much. Nice writing.

[BuzzyB]

Thank you Relic. Its a priviledge to have a poem read and appreciated. 🙏

[John the Baptist]

Well, you're a good rhymer, and that's enough for me. The gossip and the gibberish seem to be en vogue now.

[BuzzyB]

A falling of standards, I agree. Thank you.