New Beginnings

I have recently been trying different writing exercises to tickle my muse. I've been dabbling more in free verse lately and my outpourings seem to be about the death of the rhymer within me. Here is my most recent poem.


Something deep inside of me
Died.
And as falling leaves
Float through a cold air,
Tears scar my face,
Turning it wrinkled and pale.

Words are silenced

The music stops

The dance is over

Deep shadows fall over the place
Where waltzing steps
Once played
In the powdery, orange glow
Of evening.

Now
only dust
Settles to the floor.