As of now, I am a beginner poet, who just so happens to love the English language: the merit, connotations, associations, creation, dismemberment, and sounds of each word. I love the sensual images of congenial, if chaotic for a slight moment, instruments of nature. It is the sound of a word that, to me, is most important. For these are but short stories; and without the sound, a poem is nothing ... more »
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I Could Seal The Sea In Words
I once could seal the sea in words with kissing
that passed from lips to lips that now seek none
but yours, whose cold and blue but soft maintain
a gloss that thieves would steal if lips were gold.
And with a sigh that stretches north to south
I fight a demons touch who breathes commands
as air into my lungs. And when they fill
with tempers flaired, what was of me will rest
in mem'ries thoughts, whom sages war with you.
But with a dropp that spills outside my veins
I'll write in red to you who knew me more
then winter nights and desert days in ...