Poems of Mark Heathcote
|341.||How many crushed cicada insects once were we?||11/13/2013|
|342.||Humble as a bird||2/16/2012|
|345.||I am a poet at night||8/30/2014|
|346.||I am a snowfall at your gate||7/13/2014|
|347.||I am but a shadow||12/8/2012|
|348.||I am forever spun dizzyingly around…||11/13/2013|
|349.||I and You Were Both Together Saved||2/23/2014|
|350.||I blew the dust of his black velvet wings…||2/16/2012|
|351.||I can hear a hairpin fall…||10/5/2013|
|352.||I Can’t Help Wonder Why I’m Here Alone||1/10/2014|
|353.||I can't avoid His crown of thorns…||8/5/2014|
|354.||I combed, Hemsby beach…||7/22/2013|
|355.||I curse the day||7/28/2013|
|356.||I Dance In The Flames Of Your Love||7/29/2012|
|357.||I Don’t Doubt İt’s All Fixed||11/6/2013|
|358.||I fed the stars into your mouth||7/21/2013|
|359.||I Find Fault With Every Tailored Suit?||10/26/2013|
|360.||I get lost||2/6/2014|
Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure!
Inured with witchcraft; heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding-dress like haute-couture
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior!
Poised like a vision, sumptuously, dressed and veiled.
She; supernatural swan like sailed…
Stunningly, intoxicating; like a little creature divine!
She takes up her grooms arm whispers thou, shall be mine.