Written, Eyes Closed (Heart Ajar) – Some Grumpy Poet

Thanks for helping keep my candle lit, happy birthday.

set out to write true love
a birthday poem,

dipped in quivering quill
then fingers went
frozen.

me, of this floodgate soul,
sanctimony served by
the mouthful

grown fretful when
bare, and stripped of
all my clever-

just a stealthy take
on fear of really
being seen
and

its routine
procrastination,
selective attention
cue deflections
,

still blank as parchment
laid out in rather dry
n’ taunting pose,

still, i see her better with
my eyes closing

i’ll try again after
ten winks a
dozing

only dream worth
deeper knowing.

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/484981453607359514/

image: https://www.amazon.in/My-Party-Suppliers-Candle-Decoration/dp/B0796X54NP

Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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