Maybe All Confessional Essays Should Be Written In Blank Verse
This started as a question, in my head. Why can I not write love a happy end? Why, when I try, must I write mourning, loss, Bereavement and the need for elegy? I write unto my husband, whom I love, And it becomes a prayer for his soul. I write...
A Far Green Country
How often have I dreamed of such a place? How often have I seen those emerald fields, And in that dream, forgotten that I dreamed, That I would wake, had woken, and my life Dissolved into a peaceful deja vu That cannot be remembered? I can...
Cassette (poem)
Cassette You pick the plastic square up, and thought it impossible how your parents used to listen to these. How treasured songs, Promises of love, Were stored on something so cheap. What was so special about this player, This...
A Poetic Definition.
For even in free verse, the plain truth that plain prose speaks plainly is crystalized, is sanctified, to a mosaic icon. and does the halo make the icon? or the jeweled letters? the colors of the tesserae? the linden wood unblemished?
Coming of the Gray
Frost burned out the sky, With the coming of the Gray. No fires to keep at bay The coldest of the night. The ash is here, Light the lanterns dear. The best of plans, now awry With the falling of the rains. Darkness comes to reign, And all...
#BoundlessFreedom
As I look into the night sky Looking at a far away star I want to reach out and say hi Yet I realize it is too far The night is an endless black Surrounding me with darkness I know to watch my back For life is not painless Life can hurt us in a...
#GoingInCircles
Everywhere I go, everywhere I look I see men and women alike Repeating the same routines day by day Like a toddler circling the block on his trike It seems to be the way of the world today Back to the same place over and over again An everlasting...
philisofical moment.txt
Men have cried for horses, money, sanctuary, and even God but none have cried harder than for when they want love it tears it shreds it claws and it murders yet we clamber further for it we let it blind us and give us strength it destroys...
Foot Falls (Hold My Hand)
Leaves falling down. Brown leaves, pale green leaves, purple leaves. The wind picks up. Lakes start freezing. The waters grow cold. Ice is forming. Rain is transforming into snow flakes. A slow transition. The days grow bleak. Warmth leaves the air,...
Poem of the dragon
_I call this kind of poetry "Spurred Poems". theyre short and are made simply so theyre not always brilliant. its just a way of expressing._ Restless night, due passing dawn Master of the sky wanes a call forlorn Till the sun may rise, the skies...
Pot City
Oh, man... can you feel it? Let's hit it! I'm down... So much work to wear The crown... Pot city, can you feel it? Let's be real; it doesn't kill; It's not legal; still I feel Regal... If I can take a hit, And nobody gives a...
I Switch Off All The Lights
I switch off all the lights. Those that I love Are all abed, both in the other room And all across the city that I love. I see my way across the meagre room And to the too-tall curtains by the light Of thrift-store stained-glass lamp, by oven...