Poetry Partners #55
A poem by M Jay Dixit of ‘September heart-to-hearts’
Another day's been laid to waste
Sunshine seems so far away
Dark clouds linger on
Crying from time to time
a melancholic rain.
I can't remember my face
Mirrors show a reflection I hate
and my thoughts are so grey,
so low and for so long
The Sun at sundown,
hanging on, not going away.
I’m a poet, living in the basement.
I know it, that I may never be famous
never get rich because of my poetry
but I still write and rhyme
whenever black clouds cross my mind
where it’s overcast all the time.
- M Jay Dixit: https://septemberhearttohearts.wordpress.com/
A sevenling by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’
EPIGRAPH:
If you write for yourself, you’ll reach all the people you want to write for.
–William Zinsser (1922 – 2015)
A young poet stares out from his…
View original post 57 more words
September heart-to-hearts 