Maylee Bossy

Rookie - 108 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. I, The Hourglass 8/3/2015
13. Invisible Maps 10/6/2012
14. Landscape Of An Aging Woman 7/17/2014
15. Lemons 1/28/2015
16. Lotus Child 2/2/2013
17. Love Never The Dictator 2/7/2013
18. Neurotic Deception 9/28/2010
19. Now 9/28/2010
20. Nude With Purpose 2/14/2011
21. Shipwreck 2/5/2013
22. Sleep Well 2/5/2013
23. Spring Pantoum 4/5/2009
24. Sticky Wings 9/2/2009
25. Sunday Clothes 3/19/2012
26. The Bodies Of Our Old Selves 5/20/2013
27. The Depths Of My Imagination 3/8/2013
28. The Lack Of Inspiration Is Inspiration Enough 9/24/2009
29. The Missing Element 3/18/2015
30. The Picnic 9/25/2014
31. The Weight Of Realization 12/10/2015
32. There's Beauty In The Breakdown 5/28/2009
33. Tick Tock 4/16/2009
34. Tonight I Fall 4/6/2009
35. Trains That Shake The Ground 3/19/2012
36. When Love And Death Are But The Same 4/11/2009
37. 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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Spring Pantoum

Sunlight bleeds through forest canopy
Slipping between my fingers
The daisies glare at me with sympathy
When crushed their scent still lingers

Slipping between my fingers
White petals soft caress
When crushed their scent still lingers
Care free, I could care less

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