Poetry is a love of mine, second only to music. I don't believe in constricting poems by rhyme, but meter, rhythm and unconventional rhyming are important in how I compose my work. Saying that, I know I shouldn't call it 'work, ' being that it SEEMS to be laborious these days, and not when I wrote a lot of this stuff. At the time of the majority of these poems' first drafts, it was more of a necessity to my sanity and general well being, than working. Nowadays, though, it often feels like work...and maybe that's not a bad thing :) . Thanks so much for tuning in my little embarrassments and prizes for having a difficult time of living.
I watched
her,
warm sun reflecting
against her soft American hair
...
I slipped up regretfully on the last shreds
Of remaining honesty
and what little I had left
of respect
...
Tolstoy's 'War and Peace' - events and history
(also, Love) caught
in the making: these years
surrounding the year 1812: a time of
...
a flagrant hesitancy -
uncommonly
feathered as such, thus fumbling,
a misunderstanding sinks deeply
...