Poetry
thoughts half finished
ideas half formed
scribbled down
at a moments notice
some make sense
some are barely
coherent
the pen is my
searching the shores
of my brain
for the fragments of poems,
her Osiris
Poetry
thoughts half finished
ideas half formed
scribbled down
at a moments notice
some make sense
some are barely
coherent
the pen is my
searching the shores
of my brain
for the fragments of poems,
What You Don’t Know
Exam
the clock ticks
the time has come
blank sheets of paper
sit before you
The sheaf of
interrogation
is passed out
and the pen
is hoisted
in shaky hand
As the pen flies
frantically
from
line
to
line
you begin to realize
this test
expresses more
of what you don’t know