There have been times over the days, weeks and months where I compose a poem and lack any explanation as it were as to how, when or what brought about such writing. Todays poem is one of such poetry. A poem that brought words and phrases from the caverns of my mind. Still the result remains as you see. A poem that contains no reasoning or explanation of why I composed such writings.

As with all others I hope that what is written within this poem either encourages, helps or at the very least brings entertainment to any who remain to read it. Therefore take a seat, grab a coffee and read with comfort.

Unsung From the stars that shine, To the unfinished bottle of wine. The empty chair that now stands, As a shrine to unsung bands. From unclimbed mountains high, To the strange…