Visual poetry

Visual poetry

GALA

Her words resonated Like raindrops falling Echoing in the stillness Of his silence Touching him deep Lighting his spirit Finding great comfort He opened the door Damn the consequences Or possible reward He had no expectation Just drawn to her uniqueness He kept it low key Offering friendship and kindness When what he wanted Was

Key seeker

The words are all there ready to spew forth but it seems there’s a lock inside my minds door ©2013 jillie jillterry.com

Resuscitation

I have no words Only images No original thought Only memories Stuck on empty Idling in neutral Nothing left At all To share Muse has Fled Muse is Dead ©2013 jillie Jillterry.com

Collective fear

I feared the words He spoke were truth Of me About me In spite of me Because He knew me Because I let him Because I wanted him to Like none other Before or after Deeper Better To the core Then left to wonder If he knew me At all © jillterry

Gone missing

My muse has fled In search of lost Words Untold stories Unexplored worlds In anxious Desperation I patiently Wait Return she will In her own Sweet time Bringing gifts Stimulating my Mind Enough to fill This void Inside Ⓒjillterry