the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Flushed with the forbidden

Flushed with the forbidden, grasping for words,
fiction unfolds on a black and white background,
never imagining the imagined–
serifs revealing surf reveling and taboo touching.
Torn from truth, I cry post-humusly,
growing knowledge, shrinking discretion–
time and wisdom redeem,
afraid to listen to souls and the Spirit,
for this fantasy would cease addicting,
creativity impressing, and sunlight refreshing,
words dance seductively in mind’s dark,
too scared to play a part;
for cowards of great deeds
are often craven in the weeds–
thankfully.


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