poets in love
with our power
and passion leaving pin tips
talking of trivial things
television sets and trilogies
in fate’s shrinking net
caught to be gutted
by a knife dulled
with the thick indecisiveness
of poets in love
I haven’t been posting much poetry. And I haven’t been writing much poetry either. My muse is off licking his wounds and nursing grudges.
Some muses are better than others. This one is in “I owe it to myself” mode right now. He’ll be back.
But today, I wanted a poem. So here’s one from another muse, another decade, another life.
Indecisiveness and anxiety are poison to love or faith of any sort.
So is diluting the things that matter with distractions and trivialities. Television. Drugs. Alcohol. Computer games. Just to name a few.