poets in love

poets in love
us poets
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.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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