Till Next Time
Recently, I’ve struggled, trying to write,
All the words I choose simply take flight,
And my love of the page I cannot requite,
Though I try and try with all of my might.
Love isn’t claimed or conquered by force.
Still, boldness is often required, of course.
Could be fighting a duel or racing a horse,
Singing below a balcony till you’re hoarse.
Can this pertain to my words, my muse?
A lover’s quarrel less than a poor excuse.
I do not remember a fight, see its refuse.
A word or thought stuck, now it is loose.
Whatever it is, I claim what I’ve written.
No longer, my brain encased in a mitten.
Mental fingers flexing, claws like a kitten,
Till next my words decide to stage a sit-in.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment