Peter S. Quinn Poems

Restless strands
in flat horizon mirrors

the balances
...

Interfere run
a floating time
for anything
...

stagily tufts
of chased feeling

the entangling breeze
...

Feelings of soft
waking in sleep stillness
over twisted now
...

Lives listening ear
in line
to meet the night
...

Lift my mind
up to the music

sailing on
...

Nothing floats
much in a tingling cloud

stars elsewhere
...