Wasted

A piece about not answering the call of your inner muse.

Broken thoughts lie
shattered on the pavement,
an aftermath of an argument,
crunched beneath random feet.

 

What love lies discarded
in fallow fields and shallow graves,
buried in an attempt to survive,
but haunting nonetheless.

 

What music goes unplayed,
in the fettered mind,
tethered in monotonous life,
Notes of never realized symphonies.

 

Creation wanes in empty veins,
without mourning she passes on,
Slowly retreating, receeding,
Til the tears do not come.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is amazing. The photo made the words come alive. The sadness and disappointment can be felt in your words. The ending was perfect for this poem. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Save the Trees, Save th..]

wow this is beautiful i love the emotion

[An owl on the moon]

Briliant! Such a dark desperation voiced through deep water and heavy rain... Your words lie bitter in the soul, fettered, tethered to the barren earth... A magnificent piece that haunts my heart where I once walked through these dark waters...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

As a fellow writer I can relate well to this... you must seize the moment and write when you feel it or it will be lost forever... What a brilliant piece of writing, I see you don't let your inspiration pas you by.

[Jessie]

Whoa. This is really good. Usually I don't dig the non-rhyming poems, but yours seems to hold this underlying rhythm that really struck me.