the poet: a community interaction
Read me with a genuine desire to see me.
Category: poetry
mount melanchol
My heart has become gaunt of fate, my traipsing twisted.
sushecrets of a sensei
Sushi me again…
cloven clover
Show me the stone that sings your melody…
no-go-diggy-die
Of simplicity, the pigeon loves a windowed pie.
that’s gonna leave a mark
It was a rickety rack and a rook at risk, all chess to be checkmated, I swear.
sandbox souvenirs
Originally posted on WINDSTREWN:
In myriad ways, now and since, I’m less a formidable force than then, When I was…
throwback: 2007: the dream of words
Hope bore you home and when you came, mystery fell and broke open wide.
equum spem
Save Destiny, but She was with you already…
throwback: 1998: the music box
The cloth of music is sewn as the spiny drum spins its wonder-thread.
throwback: 1991: stowaway
Swing your smile on my heart like children play
regretless
But I’ve become a worn welcome to chance, having dreamt near all I’ve done.
throwback: 1988: wildcards were made for mixed hands
I have exactly three cardboard boxes that smell of musty rental storage.
keep the key
It took time, but I dug up that heart-choking chain.
sail, against whatever wind
I don’t dare care. Against what they say, I know.
paperworld
As batten on brickstone would build a wall…
snellen’s snare
The past is a curious optic.
