Maylee Bossy

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Maylee Bossy Poems

1. The Lack Of Inspiration Is Inspiration Enough 9/24/2009
2. A Brief Introduction To My Views On Religion 8/25/2013
3. The Picnic 9/25/2014
4. When Love And Death Are But The Same 4/11/2009
5. Lotus Child 2/2/2013
6. Love Never The Dictator 2/7/2013
7. A Poet's Soul 2/2/2013
8. Fairies And Apple Trees 4/11/2009
9. Invisible Maps 10/6/2012
10. Spring Pantoum 4/5/2009
11. Neurotic Deception 9/28/2010
12. Landscape Of An Aging Woman 7/17/2014
13. Lemons 1/28/2015
14. The Missing Element 3/18/2015
15. All Things Knowable 8/9/2013
16. Nude With Purpose 2/14/2011
17. Cleaning My Closet 3/19/2012
18. All Around 3/19/2012
19. Trains That Shake The Ground 3/19/2012
20. Fashionably Late Bloomer 4/10/2012
21. Sunday Clothes 3/19/2012
22. Blue Bird 2/2/2013
23. Tonight I Fall 4/6/2009
24. Now 9/28/2010
25. Tick Tock 4/16/2009
26. There's Beauty In The Breakdown 5/28/2009
27. Sticky Wings 9/2/2009
28. Arrivals 12/20/2014
29. Shipwreck 2/5/2013
30. Sleep Well 2/5/2013
31. Canada Is Calling 2/5/2013
32. Five Petals 2/19/2013
33. The Depths Of My Imagination 3/8/2013
34. Where The Cornstalks Grow 5/16/2013
35. The Bodies Of Our Old Selves 5/20/2013
Best Poem of Maylee Bossy

The Lack Of Inspiration Is Inspiration Enough

One touch;
One thought;
One thought fragment..

It's enough to spark the flame
Soon becoming a conflagration
Tearing through my veins
And burning at my finger tips
Until I type the

One poem

That releases the sparks that day generated
But there is always going to be

One time

That series of uneventful events
Where you can predict the unpredictable,
The inspiration is uninspired,
And previous ideas aren't important

'An idea is only relevant if it is being thought upon'
And every waking morning is an idea,
A flicker ...

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Spring Pantoum

Sunlight bleeds through forest canopy
Slipping between my fingers
The daisies glare at me with sympathy
When crushed their scent still lingers

Slipping between my fingers
White petals soft caress
When crushed their scent still lingers
Care free, I could care less

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