Posted on May 15, 2016 / Poetry Muses in Love And as clichéd as these muses in love, The aching sun sighs and lays down it’s light, And we feast on the fat and swollen dove, Until all our hope fades into the night. Arching chords of a music so long lost,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on May 7, 2016 / Poetry Birds in Flight How a bird remembers the mapped travel, It truly is a marvel of a thing, We journey, so lost, on the gravel, If only we could fly under the wing. For mere men, such an archaic dream, That no tin creation can replicate,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on April 11, 2016 / Micropoetry Micropoetry Collection (April) III Gears In a river of sorrow, All of my hope disappears, Letting go of tomorrow, As fate grinds her rusty gears. —————————————————————————————————————————–[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 12, 2016 / Micropoetry Old Book A book of old poetry, The dust all brushed and blown off, All filled with idolatry, Pointless emotions, I scoff. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 7, 2016 / Poetry The Actress Gather yon children, For a tale of woe, Of fine scarves silken, And cheapest Bordeaux. Hear the soft music, Smell the tobacco, Awful acoustic, And a great failed show. Of an actress doomed, And audience through, Of her soul consumed. No luck of horseshoe.[....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Wings Fear of what the pitch dark brings, Owls resting, now end of night, As we unfold our plumed wings, And journey into the light. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Wandering Wandering curves to nowhere, Am I anywhere? I ramble alone. Past wooded fields and despair, A destination the road hasn’t shown. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Hidden Silent conversation, As I read you memoirs, I feel your hesitation, I trace your hidden scars. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Liturgy In rue, she swallowed the whole river, All to drown her great, vast misery. The cold water causes a shiver, As she delivers her liturgy. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Grip Feeling my soul has been sold, Fleeing from my own damned pleas, With a loose, tenuous hold, On my own reality. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
