I stumble in
my leaf pile landing
while you're standing
makes a subtle snort
at the way I contort
my childish last resort
to bring a laugh
and a smile
to your style
I dig the snowbound
drifters dream
along the frozen
winter stream
of your better
sensibility
sneering at my
adolescent
agility
I plant a forest
for your feet
among the peat
beside your snide
and pent up pride
as my youthful
happenings
gobble up
the spring
I see
In the summer
you know I was free
to do what it takes
But no matter how
I try now
This old mirror
breaks
(November 12th, 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...
