scraping words off my heart
arteries clogged up
nothing new seems to enter my mind
of late.
These old words should remain silent
like an old movie reel
but once again I succumb
wilting like a sunflower
’til nothing is left except
decay.
So I am left to sculpture
an image of sunshine
using tricks of the trade
using negatives that will be
developed someday.
Just an old bard
on a scavenger hunt
digging through memories
on a Sunday afternoon
stumbling towards tomorrow
chisel in hand.
Ignited 