Like a teardrop
on the tongue
my words must taste
salty to some
But there is sweetness
in what I say
like a dark and fleshy
sugarplum
Not all who read
can take delight
in the sadness
of the night
Not all who hear
can relish the glory
in the triumph
of the light
Sweet and savory
Savory and sweet
Sometimes these two
can truly meet
Here I weave
shadow and sun
and tuck my words
there among
Sometimes I find
I like a dry wine
But what I love
is a dram of rum
(October 16th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
