6 poems poeted, out of 25 possible poetic pieces
it seems I've been poetically constipated,
but it ain't so complicated.
Just couldn't find the time
to traipse through treasured tiny movie memories
of days we've danced through, no worries,
together in the moment,
and, now, in the past as I see it again
in a happy hue,
softening the harsh reality
of the cold that was to inevitably resurface
what can I say
when I can't portray
what I think I might want to convey?
when words won't flow,
the thoughts, too slow
to tell of life and woe?