The Poetry of RenSpur for Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Mental Wings Dedicated to inspiration. I sit by the window, at work, doing my chores, stay I must and can not go, yet so bound my mind soars. On wings of inventive fantasy, it has no need of doors, and can go from here to ecstacy, or other realms it explores. Over mental stream and field, like an... Sign in to see full entry.

Ghost A long forgotten soul, Whose life took a toll, Now lingers in a role, In a form that it stole. Hears the living, so much patter, They see only opaque mater, Knowing not they're a satire, Of beings from hereafter. So the whispy being moans, And of human nature groans, Who can not see creator's... Sign in to see full entry.

Would I Love Thee Dedicated to my wife. Would happy spirits lurk in shadows, or hide themselves away? Would ever a dream materialize, in the light of day? Could wind be still, and yet called that way? Would sugar sweeten honey, or sunlight not make the day? Would stars shine and twinkle, though... Sign in to see full entry.