Faye Sizemore


I was a poet once…
in another age
My thoughts quickly became words
transposing themselves
with ease upon the page

Now my thoughts ramble inward
… leaving the paper bereft
and my heart… in its discontent
… is lacking for a phrase
to even whisper to myself

Old friends and loved ones pass away
Young soldiers still die
Lingering memories cloud a new day
Sadness is the thought
that has come to stay

My words refuse to flow
as they did long ago
When my thoughts let go this time
… they fall not as words
but as tears’ salty brine

I was a poet once…

This poem prompted the response, “Sadness” – ©Copyright October 23, 2007 by Colin F. Jones