Writers can get grouchy when life gets in the way of writing. It feels good to create something everyday, even if it’s a tiny off-the-cuff poem.


Subterranean

This is how she moves

in the dark

under the cover

of words

This is how she lights up

when the moon

winks

at her thoughts

They are His

and can be

nothing less than

perfect

And so she scurries out

to dismember theorems

and poke sleeping dogs

Because nothing

is safe

and everything

is sacred

in the dark

under the cover

of words


 

You try!