So now we come to the end
My friend
Of the poetry I penned
This month was a great dividend
Of my poetic legend
(Or so I pretend)This time that I spend
Trying to comprehend
My poetic bend
Was a way to transcend
Or at least extend
This final bookend
Of a poem.
– Shaman Romney 2016
I am not even going to pretend
That I’m not a relieved to be at the end
Although, for poetry, i have a proclivity
This month has definitely taxed my creativity.
I truly feel like I’ve run out of words to say.
I almost couldn’t write a poem today.
And so with that, I bid you adieu
30 poems done, it feels good to be through.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Unfulfilled Excitement
Forever the bystander
Experiences had by others
While life passes by,
A blur.A negative experience
Destroys innocence
Disgustedly I only feel
“Why wasn’t it me?”
“Why wasn’t it me?”
Shaman Romney 2014
Shame on The Universe 