Street Songs Someone asked me yesterday why my poems are harsh and dark Couldn't I write of airy things instead of things grim and stark There are lots of other folks whose pens delight poetic ears, but I must ask you to recognize someone's tears and fears Try to understand what life is like for the... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 21, 2021
Sunday, June 20, 2021
Evening Hours
Evening hours submit themselves to the poetry penned on a darkening sky A moon is suspended by a silver thread Stars like cosmic traffic lights wink Frogs hum in deep bass Grass wriggles, tracing the passage nocturnal of snakes seeking easy prey Night is not Still Hot night quivers and spews its... Sign in to see full entry.