Maylee Bossy

Rookie - 87 Points (17/02/95)

Maylee Bossy Poems

1. Tonight I Fall 4/6/2009
2. Tick Tock 4/16/2009
3. There's Beauty In The Breakdown 5/28/2009
4. Sticky Wings 9/2/2009
5. Now 9/28/2010
6. Sunday Clothes 3/19/2012
7. All Around 3/19/2012
8. Trains That Shake The Ground 3/19/2012
9. Fashionably Late Bloomer 4/10/2012
10. Shipwreck 2/5/2013
11. Sleep Well 2/5/2013
12. Canada Is Calling 2/5/2013
13. Five Petals 2/19/2013
14. The Depths Of My Imagination 3/8/2013
15. Where The Cornstalks Grow 5/16/2013
16. The Bodies Of Our Old Selves 5/20/2013
17. Blue Bird 2/2/2013
18. Arrivals 12/20/2014
19. Nude With Purpose 2/14/2011
20. All Things Knowable 8/9/2013
21. Cleaning My Closet 3/19/2012
22. Lemons 1/28/2015
23. The Missing Element 3/18/2015
24. Landscape Of An Aging Woman 7/17/2014
25. Neurotic Deception 9/28/2010
26. Spring Pantoum 4/5/2009
27. Invisible Maps 10/6/2012
28. Fairies And Apple Trees 4/11/2009
29. A Poet's Soul 2/2/2013
30. Love Never The Dictator 2/7/2013
31. When Love And Death Are But The Same 4/11/2009
32. Lotus Child 2/2/2013
33. The Picnic 9/25/2014
34. A Brief Introduction To My Views On Religion 8/25/2013
35. The Lack Of Inspiration Is Inspiration Enough 9/24/2009
Best Poem of Maylee Bossy

The Lack Of Inspiration Is Inspiration Enough

One touch;
One thought;
One thought fragment..

It's enough to spark the flame
Soon becoming a conflagration
Tearing through my veins
And burning at my finger tips
Until I type the

One poem

That releases the sparks that day generated
But there is always going to be

One time

That series of uneventful events
Where you can predict the unpredictable,
The inspiration is uninspired,
And previous ideas aren't important

'An idea is only relevant if it is being thought upon'
And every waking morning is an idea,
A flicker ...

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The Missing Element

What would life be without the silence in the sun
flaring and wakening heat in your oiled skin
Or the moon pulling back the sheets
so that starfish can feel the kiss of your hands
for awhile

What would life be without cool waters
slipping over my tongue and all the words caught in my throat
never sliding their way into your seashell ears

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