Depressing that poetry rarely appearsOn pages that promise implicitly so --The words and the phrases are certainly there --But nothing like beauty is ..
Filled with ink my pen-tip describes lines...Filled with ink my pen-tip describes linesBlack on white paper. WatercolorPaper. One hundred percent cott..
Whoever discovered words was a giant...Whoever discovered words was a giant.Did he find them in a dark cave whereA fire glowed? Did he come upon themI..
b''h13 January 2014Wears on the night and colds the mind...As darkness spreads its wingsOver the city -- and none can findThe comfort that old thingsB..
As words fly round the room and you pretend...As words fly round the room and you pretendTo see them although you know you really don't --And dreams e..
[Return, return, my love, to me]Return, return, my love, to meThat we might once again delightIn all the beauty of the nightAnd listen to the melodyOf..
Loose the light upon the lawn andLet the tulips and asparagusThrive. Long ago when all was goneThere were lilacs up near Sponder's.I know because I pi..
b''h25 November 2013It's time to tend to business --To start the mill to grind --And re-consider is-ness --Though be so dull to mind.Routine the exist..
b''h24 Nov 2013An '-ism' isn't a prism --But a kind of prison --It doesn't speak of spectrum --Rather -- restriction.Trust not in reigning fashionUnle..