Hosts of pages litter the floor
Crumpled little dreams tossed by the wayside
Imagination sees while translations lack the fortitude
Where is the elusive muse
Who can coax nimble fingers
Into releasing these bound tales?
BOUND… a poem
WHAT DO YOU WEAR? a thought
The brain is the brain!
The heart is the heart!
All the rest is just window dressing…
What do you wear?
SHADOWBOX
There is a shadowbox inside of me
One not meant for others to see
Sometimes it is filled with pain or dread
When times are troubled inside my head
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Other times it’s filled with hope, love and glee
The sunnier, shinier side of me
Regardless, it’s there firmly in place
Keeping a watchful frame ’round my grace
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Kevin Parish 