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Keith E. Sparks Jr.
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Keith E. Sparks Jr. Poems
- Promise On a rock-strewn bank of Buffalo, a spinner's ...
- Beware The Siren Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, ...
- Again I Move Again I move, a little pen in a poet’s ...
- Prisms I have never captured moonlight, nor have I harnessed...
- I Have Tried To Hold The Rain It’s curious how rain switches ...
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Promise
On a rock-strewn bank of Buffalo,
a spinner's cast from Hollow Tree,
I sit, rod propped on a locust limb,
pilfered from a beaver's domain
and watch the fallen leaf
that drifts where line and water meet,
catch briefly in a twitch of false triumph.
No man, It's a bite!
Trust me
I know the difference.
A gentle tug of line—released,
it makes way for swifter waters
where stream and creek combine
just below a farmer's bridge.
Hats in hand to shield the eyes,
together, two boys peer ...
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I love your poems Keith! I like the rhythm...nice and slow.
Ushers excitement of new love...
Keep it coming!