Sidelines.  

 

I meet the compulsion

that leads me to write

in the burgeoning day

and the gathering night

and draw, from the wings

of a turbulent stage,

impressions that litter

the waste of a page.

 

 

Me and You.  

 

I've emptied pens in vain attempts

to tie a feeling to a line, and

sought the answer to the question;

do your feelings feel like mine?