Important Message.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

I had a poem this morn
not on my blanco sheet
all of a sudden my heart was torn
that poem has gone using its feet

now my mind deteriorates
the problems culminate
where was he, my poem-to-be?
had he chosen another shelter, maybe?

that blanco paper of me, sans golden lining
he could not stand being imprisoned by me
i the poetess sans muse, sans visible steady timing
he wished to be used instantly

I had a poem this morn
i feel so wretched and forlorn
my poem had chosen the pedestrian way
to make me clear, he wants to be used fully ev'ry day....




©Sylvia Frances Chan

A.D. Friday the 9th of November 2018
@ 12.22 hrs. P.M. West-European Time