Maylee Bossy

Rookie - 88 Points (17/02/95)

Maylee Bossy Poems

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

Drops of dew glisten

The dazzle of the sun catching them
Like diamonds threaded into the silk web
Carefully crafted by the nearby arachnid

An odd time to notice the obvious yet peripheral details

And in that moment I surrender

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