Curved in form
A concrete wall
made to stand
artistically tall
Even math
is measured
here in beauty
and treasured
Yet we waltz
quickly past
all these venues
made to last
But they won't
and only then
shall our tears
be shed
For they are part
of all we assume
and never a thought
fills such a room
Shadows fall
across our day
yet we hurry
to pass them away
(November 18th, 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...
