L. B. Mek

I sit wingless, gliding Within: instinct’s breeze

There is a path 

cushioned, upon nature’s scales

calling - while shunning

narrowing - while blossoming

with each passing Spring;


which birds – chirp, with such stifled falsettos

fleeing within manic off-beat flaps, 

what unyielding grip tightens from so-far – a reach

to choke-out: such a rasping mauling of daybreak’s ease.


Reminisced, peddles churning with whimsies abandon

circling, true freedom’s gigantic yard of childhood serenity

faster, at every turn as-if attempting to encircle

Time-itself, wrapped in youth’s laughter cadence: endlessly.


I sit squirming, fending-off ambition’s bite 

cracked fingers – unshackling, anxiety’s oppression 

of invading foreign distractions


open a page, begin 

incomprehensibly sparse abstracted, scribbling

of uncouth feelings 


hurling, frustration’s drafts to binned obstinacy 

sporadic meditation, enlisted as inspiration’s entreaty

until galvanised to try: yet again.


I sit, stilled 

mind's aimless wanderings

take aim 

at a new canvas 

less blank 

than others of its kin, 

ignited fingers


to trace out and give life


to these: here words

as testimony 

to us few, lost 

to Artistry’s 

treacherous fellowship of anchored - floating, 


to survive

our voracious passions

all-consuming waves.



© L. B. Mek 

June 2020


  • rebmasters

    An incredible outpouring of words - 'scribbling of uncouth words' reflects my own feelings. Brilliant

    • L. B. Mek

      yeah, lol! sometimes the veracity of our scribbled truth, outweighs what feeble poetic ambition we possess..
      really appreciate your overtly generous show of support dear poet, so glad you enjoyed the read, thank you!

    • Teddy.15

      What strikes me.most is the way you write with such passion. Beautiful.

      • L. B. Mek

        oh wow!!!!!!!!!!
        I shall treasure the very second I came across these words, dear poet...
        I'm humbled: truly!
        I can't express what a nurturing read your comment represents, thank you!

      • Neville

        Hey L.B .. my two reviewing predecessors rebmasters and Teddy.15 each seem to have got their fingers on the pulse of todays offering ..
        and I aint even gonna attempt to argue with them because they are both write ...........another belter sir .. bravo


        • L. B. Mek

          Ahem, when words fail me my go-to is some Simpson's wisdom, thank you my treasured friend

        • Fay Slimm.

          Wow a simply breathlessly read - -- a first rate piece of writing L.B.

          • L. B. Mek

            awesome! glad to repay the favour dear Fay,
            for so many of your write's have left me breathlessly overwhelmed
            as my shameless legacy
            of word-drunk commentary on your own brilliant works: can attest, lol
            thank you

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          • PrEm Ji

            A poem from an ignited mind,
            written with ignited fingers!

            • L. B. Mek

              'I see you recognise that flitting passion - imbedded
              within endeavours of artistic ambition
              if only after blinking back into reality
              we didn't forget those access keys to creativity's realms
              and are instead, left to lull
              until inspiration - deigns, to grace our path once again;
              forever wondering, will this be the last decent effort - I fake...'
              thanks for taking time to comment and support, dear poet

            • Quemis

              Wow. This is really something else.
              I cant put down exactly into words how this connected with me, but it did in a deep way.

              The suffering and joy of making something, the insistence of anxiety, and freedom from it -

              Just great. : )

              • L. B. Mek

                yeah, its one of my more personal scribbles
                and like you, while I understand my words, I can't seem to locate
                from where - within me, they escaped, lol..
                thanks for taking time to scroll back and read my earlier efforts
                how kind of you to use your valuable time like that
                what a wonderful gesture of kindness

                • Quemis

                  You have done that so often for me, friend. : )

                • Five of Cups

                  It pulses and puzzles beautifully. Almost like drums. Lovely.

                  • L. B. Mek

                    oh I really like that analogy
                    a pulsing drumbeat of inked dreams, if you will..
                    thanks for taking time to comment and support, dear poet

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