How the fragrance calls to my sluggish mind,
"Come hither! Awake!"
The needed bitterness seeps hotly
through the flimsy cup:
darkish and staining,
not yet cool enough to lift
to deperate lips
so starting the day for real.
...
and I'm off
like a double shot
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
