Every morning after I spend time with God, I write a poem or two. I am not going to revise them for the moment. It will be interesting to see what they evolve into when I rewrite them later. I will assign each of them a number. I don’t plan on writing any titles at this time.
I just need a break from the writing “game.” I know you other writers understand. When you are writing with an editor in mind, it is much different than when you are just writing for the mere pleasure of it. So, excuse me as I indulge in doing what I love just for the mere love of it.
What will I do without
music to fill the absence of my love
who faded like darkness when the
lights came up on the worn dance floor?
He dropped hard like rock-
with a final kiss as harmless as helium-
his tasteless departure
left me falling-
caught on whatever
would catch me.
Shawn R. Jones