Is the wind humming a silent melody? <br />Birds I see are flying south, <br />Brandy seeks her way into my numb fingers <br />My cottage roads feel heavy <br />Chipmunks seems busy <br />Cradle of time has swung <br />Its that time of my life again <br /> <br />My muse is sad, my pen refuses to bleed, <br />My mind left me alone <br />My Imagination, clipped like a market pigeon <br />Before my cabin gives me a fever <br />Before I remarry my rum <br />Come back my spring, <br /> <br /> <br />Like the melting icicles of bygone winter <br />Her smiles crack the iced up poet <br />Her voice makes nymphs shy <br />Makes all my grief cry <br />pregnant with frozen dew drops <br />The flower lazily break her water <br />Birds love me once more <br />Again I long for paper and pen <br />Without her one day casts on me a winter spell. <br />I wish I was addicted to cocaine<br /><br />jathin aka jesuzz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-my-women/
