Unread, Unloved

His quill is bent
His ink is dry
His will is spent
He wants to cry
He did his best
but failed the test
and come undone

He sits downcast
crushed from above
Seeing his last
unread, unloved
Try as he might
he cannot fight
he feels surreal

Maybe it’s time
to move along
Give up the rhyme
give up the song
Do something new
to get him through
life’s bumps and slumps

But then, a thought
the little light
his mind has sought
starts to get bright
His spirits rise
up to the skies
and words are stirred

© Stephen W. Buchanan 2016

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet

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Equality

One shouldn’t hide
or stay quiet
when the first Pride
was a riot!
To sing! Rejoice!
Lift up your voice
and chance a dance!

The joy to be,
not a tall ask!
To live freely,
why’s it a task
for so many
when love’s plenty
is there to share!?

Words and images © Stephen W. Buchanan 2021

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet

Pre-pandemic the local Pride-Fest would be the first week-end in June. It was canceled last year and is scheduled for October (LGBTQ+ History Month) this year, provided it can happen. The picture is from the 2019 Festival.