Under Wing

You took me under wing,
giving me a little extra love
you knew I’d need.

You always granted us
five more minutes of play
as the adults caught up.

Years of guidance
have stuck like Velcro
in my mind.

Your words
are nestled
in my heart

as fond memories
dance across
my thoughts.

Until we meet again,
for now, I
must say goodbye.

Kim Sealock
10-15-20

Blocked

Poems stuck in the branches
of everyday thought
stories stifled by anxiety.

Calling for inspiration
in the dead of night
yet no muse comes.

Torn and crumbled pages
litter the floor.

Exhaustion takes its toll;
the brain won’t cooperate.
It darts between ideas,
like a cat chasing a laser.

Oh, phone.
Oh, YouTube,
it’s research.

Two hours later.

Kitten videos,
still research.
The mind convinces itself.

Crumbled over the desk,
nothing,
squiggles,
make sure the pen is working.
Splatters form when it doesn’t.

Random thoughts come,
writing them down
because at least it’s something.

Something
is always better
than a blank page.

Kim Sealock
9-1-19

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