poetry

Dripping out of cracks of broken grains of water of dreams of Love Drilled through with holes with splinters with hope with Love Caught in knots in…
He arrived like a hand-hewn paper-mache kite Unexpectedly released into my skies Flying high, swooping close To my upturned face. I didn't recognize him…
There was a wild woman in the garden - Birds on her head Neck-deep in dreams Knee-deep in mud. Laughing the winds down to whispers Her body shook the…
(with saxaphone)
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Hello Everyone, after many years of being a closet poet, occasionally venturing out to share in safe, cosy, friendly (usually invited) environments, I…