Woefully Uninspired

poetry 1 Minute

Dubious solemnity
enfolds this ocher heart.
We’re off to a rather
unhealthy start, aren’t we?
Summer maintains
a plodding pace.
The moon wears a leering
look upon its face.
I’m feeling woefully
uninspired tonight,
and for this, I seek penance.

-r. miller

Published by r. miller

I'm a fan of beards, cardigan sweaters, and good weed. Sometimes I write, and sometimes, people enjoy it.

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