Tagged: poem 14

Mountain Lake 0

Green Eyes

I walked into those green eyes hurting the sky terrified of loosing my breath and yet I walked like a soldier towards its death or was it liberation? The leaves were cutting my skin...

Chantel in the Park 0

Chantel

In Bryant Park the air is sweet of summer’s birth despite the day’s exhaustion. You are lovely, Chantel – like it. As strangers tussle for chairs when the music cuts I pilfer a glimpse...

Leap Feat 0

Actually…

Since no one raises a hand, take a leap and where you land is where you can can what? Belief turns the world, commitment the handle no, I did not say together or even...

Wine Chats 0

Conversations

Swirling As wine in a glass To aerate, to breathe That the terroir and the vintage and the winemaker Can mean as much as each individual grape Each sigh Every word Raised and pressed...