Carrion Cost
Poem I believed him a sheep, because I felt the fleece, But the wolf was always there. I never felt the sharpness of his teeth, So his secret hadn’t cost me a care....
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Forget My Name
Poem Focus on the mountains ahead, Forget the pain behind. I need to stop turning in circles And just stop: Stop hitting replay on this sting, Stop thinking And just set out. So I...
Confessions of a Poet
Poem These words just sound silly to me Reflecting my lack of verbal fluidity My slow, diminished mental acuity Laid out in ink for the world to see Yes, you could say I...
Behind the Glass
Free-Form Poetry Moving in a slow-motion daydream Trying to touch the ocean Behind my opened eyes Taking time to sense The depth of each wave Making my way through The blue water sky...
What Else Is There
Abstract Love Poems How far did the same thing go when the rest of us practice you lay in the sun the grass feels like completion home base trees whispering lullabies sit next...
