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Erratic shadows
careen, diving
to pensive depths;
discarded by old pine,
uneasy reflections
drown with kelp.
If I were a mute siren,
I might perish sailors
by such shady contrivance.
Alas, I am just a man
who with words
already has ruined
enough innocence
to bleed an ocean.











Seriously, thank you so very much for your kind words about my poetry both here and elsewhere. It's sincerely very much appreciated.




Yeahhh, possibly I've slept since then.
As for Burning House's opinion that Monte is God, I just assumed he had impeccable taste...much like the rest of us.
Sooo...perhaps a few of us devotees can convince you to pen something new & completely different??? Note that specific portion of my name: Hope.














It's a delight to see that you visited both of my recent poems, and I am dutifully grateful just for that effort -- not to mention the kind words you left on each. 




