Maylee Bossy

Rookie - 212 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. I, The Hourglass 8/3/2015
19. The Weight Of Realization 12/10/2015
20. Potential 1/13/2017
21. Paper 1/13/2017
22. Pressed 1/13/2017
23. Promotion 1/13/2017
24. Arrivals 12/20/2014
25. Nude With Purpose 2/14/2011
26. All Things Knowable 8/9/2013
27. Cleaning My Closet 3/19/2012
28. Landscape Of An Aging Woman 7/17/2014
29. Lemons 1/28/2015
30. The Missing Element 3/18/2015
31. A Poet's Soul 2/2/2013
32. Neurotic Deception 9/28/2010
33. Spring Pantoum 4/5/2009
34. Invisible Maps 10/6/2012
35. The Picnic 9/25/2014
36. Fairies And Apple Trees 4/11/2009
37. Love Never The Dictator 2/7/2013
38. When Love And Death Are But The Same 4/11/2009
39. Lotus Child 2/2/2013
40. A Brief Introduction To My Views On Religion 8/25/2013
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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