Tonight, I write again

With what shall I fill these empty pages?
There is a rattle in my cage to write
Of sins committed and all its wages
I must assure they don’t come home to bite

I must think of less ominous signs
The things of the dark must not swim in light
Affirm, affirm says the fruits from the vines
You must beam with all things bright, day and night

This is the one ritual I must tend to
Lines align to give the meaning I seek
In verses and rhythms to name a few
Is the art that a poet must learn to speak

Some may rue this task, to me it’s no chore
Today might be a bore, trust me there’s more

Vera