A Closed Heart

A cold wind
Encapsulates the heart
Despite a mind’s wish for peace.

Controlling though knowing:
A lost cause–
While accepting this fear.

Sitting to face the cobra
Hissing and launching venom–
A smile in acknowledgement.

Well Dried Up

Her idea well dried up

Leaving thoughts hanging

Amidst the empty spaces

Of the muse’s house.


Prompts to tickle the senses,

Expand a mind

Too tired to entertain

Expansive concepts.


Feelings torn between

Confusion and discontent

Helplessness and excitement

Drive this aimless ship.


Sitting down to write

She only sees the black page

With tales transparent

And locked behind her closed mind.