Here's a selection of some poems I've written. More to come in the future, of course...
The beach boy
The boy across the sea
he waved at me
driftwood locks cascading,
free in the salty breeze
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Stepping forward,
barefoot, unheard
his giggles, deterred,
leave a dull, gusting dirge
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I extend my hand
he's still far away; the sand
between his toes, untanned
shifts, returning to land
Angel
They sent an angel down
In the forest it was found
writhing in the ground
about a foot down
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It shone a low white
Skin quicksilver and tight
Eyes still, buff-smoothed andesite
soaking in the moon's soft light
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I bent to the earth, looking at the thing;
I think I heard it sing
calm, like chimes on metal strings
Home for the holidays
The snow still falls outside,
and I've got but my pride;
there's nothing under the tree as far as I can see.
But, resting by my side,
is my love I shan't deride.
No, there's nothing decked in holly; we live alone in our folly,
rocking in the chair as rich, dark wood perfumes the air.
The fire crackles gently, letting scents flee
from their hold; the sentiment, untold but felt,
soothingly melting us at day's end.
Night has set its frost upon our windows;
but what is the cost of such frigidity
when lovers embrace and leave the cold no space?
No toll is issued, none that's crossed my mind.
I've tossed quiltings atop, shawling him in pace,
winning winter's chilling race.