Wingless
This poem is versedfrom October’s dying leavespenned with the rainon the parchment of wetted streets,riddling their secretsfrom questions unknown. This poem is nota spreadsheet, not deadstill piled among leavesleft purpled […]
Category Archives: ars poetica
Waiting to be read
This poemunpolished and roughbut with a gemstone edgeis a xenolith in sedimenta verse within a sea of prose;when polishedit may shinebe a beacon leading homefor those who wander lostit’s a […]
While waiting for the rain
Poetry is a cloudy day in summer,a veiled sun with assurance of rainweightless like a kettlebell resting.It is promise and a riddle,unmoving, stillborn until read,but when spokenwings unfold, a bat […]
