No more poems today,
I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Hey, Chum
June 8, 2011
I may have seen what’s forever and the morning after when I saw your
picture staring back at me.
I wish for peace for your every night’s sleep, that daily,
as you rise, you would have
that same look - and give to me
hope, that a hand to hold would
otherwise give.
Staring still I see the bliss disguised by your half grin,
and I, from where I stand,
could only smile and wish that
the lens that was before you that captured your image
with that lovely soulful eyes, was my own two eyes.
June 8, 2011.
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