Megh

Sometimes we cannot feel self…we question self…

It’s (a) Georgic Poem?

The first thing first all say. So let me say you all– I’m not a gardener, not a farmer but a poet. I want to write that challenge me, my thoughts. But, this georgic…I can’t get it…how can I… I have no interest in gardening or farming I am interested in writing and only writing….

Unsaid

Eyes were still heavy with dreams; the morning was half illuminated– sun will rise w’in a few bits. My first cigarette of the day turned bitter, though, freshly lightened as I saw you. There was a smile and silence ‘ween us. So many things I want to share; so many words my craving soul yearned…