I am merely a weaver of words
one who dodges all the herds
on my way to something new
find my own path which is true
Hiding safe within this rhyme
I pass the years spending time
as if I had plenty to spare
as of I had no real reason to care
For I submerge within the ink
never having to ever rethink
the words that I dare write
another denizen of the night
Since it is here inside the spill
where I again pen my quill
make all these words mine
crafted bold and told in rhyme
Tell all of my truth in true lies
hiding behind these perfect alibis
I never meant to be apologetic
while I remain here metapoetic







Dear S,
I’m so glad to see you here. Feels familiar and that in itself is sweet relief. The first stanza is such a wonderful grab the rest of the write just carries me away on a poetic stream. Lovely write. H🌷