Poet Introduction I love to write on the edge: Not all significant poetry goes down like warm soup: Don't fear the burn It just might awaken you: In the words of Jim Morrison... 'Wake up!' (I don't remember where I am either).. Note: I write heartwarming stuff too..
Mirrored in absence known, felt, the one shot taken, unremoved. I unbutton my blouse to find him whole, a pitcher of cream soured, undrank, left behind by my thirstless heart, tears lifted by Mercy's angel from it, and him, gone.
I remember his backside the most vividly, I could not swim far enough to reach and pull him back to me through an eyelet of my hopefulness. I could not repair the dying love for him.
I remain untouched, ashamed of my pitted skin above...
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone’ -Goethe
The crisp top of each wave knows Winter as it breaches the wind. The birds shorten their bodies to it, ruffling in the breeze where they stand and the low Sun knows it too; it sinks a glowing amber disk surrounded by grey sky. The land is patched in whitest snow peppered in browned and grey foliage.
How do I know Winter? She comes to me at night in light too dim to see. ...