Adryan Barnathan Poems

...There is an ETIQUETTE to critiquing...

A Critique is CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM
given freely by another artist to heighten ''our'' Awareness
...

A mid light sun
douses dreams,
beating on
these eye lids
...

they'll
fall away
one by one
as strands of you
...

Feeling hunted
striped to the bone
pared down by
your intentions
...

(In loving memory of Jill Accetta; Aug.23,1936- Mar 17,2004)

Your life~
meant something
...

Into the caverns of space and time
we are the keepers of great stories
like priceless jewels
buried in dark layers of soil and stone
...

''It is a sad moment everytime
a soldier dies''

...a sad moment
...

''What kind of fun are you''?

''No fun, that's the kind of fun I am''!
...

I am
your elfin fairy
a tiny dancer
with earthen eyes
...

that is how we kiss
rubbing noses
lip locked
wrapped
...