Stop Writing For A While

I wanted to give up, to stop writing for a while But I could not. I started walking down the aisle Thinking about how you used to eyeball me slowly How you looked down on me shyly with a smile And all of a sudden you changed into a beauty. I wanted to quit expressing my ideas on paper But I could not. I started to quiver on the floor Like an addict who loses his balance, his dexterity Things don't bivouac quite the same way anymore I have to adapt to the frigid weather, to the winter. If I abandon writing, I will become a different person I will be discontented all the time without a blue pen In my hand, like a sick smoker coughing like a dying seal My life will be dispirited. I will experience extreme pain I'll be hurt and cranky. And everything will be a big deal. Now, you're gone, you can no longer play with my feelings My life is very different. I'm bombarded with a lot of things Running back and forth in my head like a few loose marbles However, your images remain in my lenses. I hear two rings Oh! It is time to write like a toddler who loves to play balls. Copyright © October 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.