Charles Sammons Poems

 
 
Life is a block of marble
cut from the quarry
...

The open range isn't much different
than the big sky
both got critters
some grazin'
...

Gathering in the corner of the eye
they gain weight
gravity no longer forgives
a very special song
...

a darkened arena
every empty seats
a spotlight
in the center of the ring
...

Whisper me a tune
softly sing to me
soften my pillow
warm my sheets
...

 
Every word we've ever spoken
begins with just a breath
but we don't here it
...

 
It streaks across your mind
a frost of thought
a delight of crystal
...