The Void

The Poets' Garret

The Poets’ Garret

The world seems empty when I am alone
Unable to feel her lips kissing mine
The colder winds bite deep into the bone
And time and thought unable to align
When the heart is absent from love’s embrace
Alone, I’m out of sorts and out of place

Sweetest love beats not for a poet’s muse
Yet still the feelings flow within his ink
It often seems his pen can pick and choose
Echoes of lost time that force him to think
But sooner love should give his words their sage
Than memories frozen upon a page

© JG Farmer 2016

Form: English Sestet –

About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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