Least Read Poems About Separation

Alabaster memories afloat
Before my gaze
Circumspectly a buried quote
Displays

Evermore I’m drawn to you
Fascinated at best
Gaudy hopes purposely accrue
Harvest

Innermost temptation spurs
Jittery along their cracks
Kindled overdue whispers
Lacks

Madness sweeps around my stoop
Needles prick my rind
Obscenities must fly the coupe
Peace of mind

Quality rivers flow
Reprimanded by my fears
Sadness pleads my plateau
Tears

Unfathomable desires dance
Vindicated and...

Winter in Cascais

This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...

Snowman is not foreign,
He visits me every December.
Some years he was soft, large, cuddly,
Made of Uratex, durable, reusable.
Some other times, he's recyclable,
Environment-friendly,  made of used, Materials, a budget buddy.

There were years when he's nothing,
But an image I could look at from afar.
Sadly, maddeningly so...
This year, and all the years to come,
I am afraid, he would be just someone,
To wish for, no matter how I try.

Reality bites and I have to accept
That there is no Winter here
In the...