Kyle Schlicher Poems

How many mornings?

A question,
as of yet unanswered.
...

My memory of you
is painted a sad blue.

The pain
...

i need to get it going.

a list of chosen friends
and relatives to attend
...

me in this morning
my coffee and pen in hand
the morning awaits
...

the last bell
for sonny
was
the
...

here i am,
sitting on the deck
my feet up
on
...

i was once young.

stronger, more
agile.
...

watching you moving
so gracefully, a feeling
stirs deep inside me
...

time is a question
that goes on
unanswered
until
...

time
is running;

a heartbeat away
...