Terri Turrell

Rookie (03/09/1963 / Los Angelus)

Best Poem of Terri Turrell

Punctuation Pens, I Pause

I am these words upon this page
a crumpled page
a crumpled page
a testament to who am I
written here is life's reply
a heavy sigh
I am, but why
I write when no one's watching me
one word then breath
one word then breathe
punctuation pauses pen
quill dips ink and pens again

A notion vague a solid thought
a random rant I pen I plot
I spill with ink or pencil light
a dark deceit confused contrite
I'm candles lit by smoking verse
described ...

Read the full of Punctuation Pens, I Pause

On Self-Pity

I knew a man painted
in ochre and violet
by his own artistic hand
shadows of bruises
colored his thinking
until wounded
was all he became


[Report Error]