My poetry I dare not share
In secrecy I write
For fear of others reading me
I scribble out of sight
My curse is such a private room
Does nothing for my words
A mountaintop is no release
And nor are bees and birds
Discovery’s what fuels my muse
The threat of being caught
While doing what I need to do
Instead of what I ought
And so I sit and write my verse
Concealing with my hand
The metred lines and awkward rhymes
(Like this!) That should be banned
What ecstasy to let it flow
How dull to feel it ebb
My poetry I dare not share
I hide it on the web
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
Hey Frank, and happy belated birthday! Ha ha! My blogging break took much longer than I expected it would…. but it’s great to be back! Loved this piece! 😉
And you too! I was soaking up the sun, sea and sand in Crete at the time.
Great to hear from you again – I hope you’re well.
Thanks! Crete is my favorite place on the planet! I’m great, thanks! I’m trying my best to focus on reading/commenting more often. Trying to post something at least once a month. I think I needed this break.
Wasn’t it Emily Dickinson who felt the same way — hiding her poetry?
I know very little about her, but I enjoy her poetry. Most of it was published posthumously.