Unpublished poems
Scratch the insides
Of antique bureaus
Peering through the keyholes
Of rusted locks
Awaiting pardon
From blurred memories
They stretch their
Unexercised verbs
While silently
Mouthing censored stanzas
Breathing fully
Through the spaces
Between the lines
Unburdened by the responsibility
Of guarding
The true meaning
©2009 Dosia McKay
I write about my unpublished pieces too.