he can't will his song
what's on its own sings
and rejuvenates
after each song.
...
she who was once smiling
so full of what they call life
today idles midebb panting,
shuttles viper tons of black water
...
Mirror
into my eyes
he lustily savours
his kisses
ignorant of his
own picture
That mirrors there.
lieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslies
lieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslies
Ann, I admire the strength and brevity of your work. I've developed a style much like yours referring to it as Less is More. Have a look at my work as I'll be pulling out of poemhunter soon, bored shitless by the interminable pop-ups. Very best regards, Jerry Hughes
Pleas read this it is very important lieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslieslies