Category Archives: Poetry
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Well first, I love his company. I look forward To seeing him anon. I am enriched By spending time with him. And when confused, I wonder what he’d say. When happy, With him I share my joy. When he’s in … Continue reading
Love, in a way… Yes, I suppose you could say; I’m not sure I know In a definitive way What love is, really. Is it Love? — In a way… Well, it’s not that I’m dreaming You’ll take me … Continue reading
That moment The moment that affects all others That choosing of a different shade of life. The hair, a filament, That splits before and after. The root Of hesitation.
I do love the morning. I’ve always assumed there is just something intrinsically beautiful about mornings, but today as I strolled along in the cool shadows of late dawn, it struck me that there is also something different about me at … Continue reading
When I was young, longing was a weakness – a character flaw. One would sooner express anything embarrassing, than admit to any kind of longing. Instead we admitted nothing, closed our eyes in the dark, and listened to the poetry … Continue reading