The Alibi

She sits and awaits
The Muse
Pondering and weighing, each word
each, sigh
As it drifts in her cryptic
imagination hoping to catch
in her stanza -- net
one with satiate ado
singular enough to awaken
your jaded hearts to
persistance of your diurnal lives
Only to find these words
Unclothed, leaning
With no core of fortitude
Nor enough weight
to refashion your worlds
of its viciousness

...

Seizing the Sun
Her eyes closed
feeling its blush
pressing, moist lips apart
wishing, whispering unto
her self of nothingness
unsweet
to see it on paper and ink
sans espoir
to be read by glazed minds
and hardened hearts

...

the sheets of disappointments
read by unopened manuscripts
crumpled the dreaded bark
weaving another yarn
hoping, always
hoping not to musing
with solemn words
of another dream
unappreciated
nor loved by hearts
tended with tears