Poetry by Richard Higgins
The keyboard avoids my fingers’ touch
as if words I need are in its clutch.
My pen sits unused without a care
and lined notebook pages blankly stare.
Neurons fire on an unrelated task
ignoring the questions that I ask.
I have a great story here to tell
but too many memories to quell.
Richard Higgins retired from the nuclear operations business after 50 years and became a writer. He lives in the Detroit Metro area. This is his first published poem.
