wannabe poems
1 - 8 of 8
-
You are not the reason I unravel like an old afghan; the result of the story is still there, but knots have come undone. My bones click in26 lines, 12 comments, on Aug 26 7:55 AM 2007
-
See, there are many kinds of snakes, we just didn’t have the right comparisons.75 lines, 17 comments, on May 4 10:28 PM 2006. In Dark
-
She watched the titmouse, heard it chitter, and knew him to a hawk
waiting to feed on the rest of her. Her nest was empty.63 lines, 13 comments, on May 20 5:20 PM 2006. In Sad -
practical means for survival. My sister and I.90 lines, 8 comments, on Jul 1 11:36 AM 2006. In Contemporary
-
Today, I noticed how dried flowers bleed on to paper when pressed, like a squeezed heart, between bindings of some old book. The petal con16 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 24 2:38 PM 2007. In Prose
-
A fixed moment like butterfly pinned to velvet
beautiful, this dead thing stiff with last thought serenity painted on,16 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 17 6:07 PM 2007. In Life -
Maybe, on Monday, when beginnings-again begin, I can be more day-after-Sunday mystical. But, it is Friday and I am bundling up my going-to-be-a-good-time for this weekend. She said: as if sinfulness were even a second thou15 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 14 9:51 AM. In Prose
-
Doves mourn in the midnight trees, coyotes snicker along spiny ridges of nearby gullies, skitter and skritch of worrisome little things are
1 - 8 of 8
Add a comment
Adding your comment:
1 - 8 of 8
