Tag: poem

The look of poetry

Do you see me finally Her eyes asked unassumingly In this crowd of happiness I must confess, I’m no village beauty They darted to the other girl Everyone admired earlier.. Including me. Perhaps it’s my baby That you now see I dressed her special…

It’s the end of time

It’s the end of time I could go on, as beforeWords, or tags can hurt no moreWere they known, or something new?The blows and swings, in constant slew.. I touch my chest to feel the piecesAs night shrinks…the stinging easesWhat can’t break, then slowly…

Raven and the sun

On my trip to Whitehorse, Yukon territory, I found my likely spirit animal: the raven.. Actually ravens are hard to miss there, no wonder the first nations have them in many tales, they are symbolic of creativity and tricks. Bald eagles are symbolic of…

Glue: another poem

Glue   Did you ever break Something you could not lose, Did you ever make Something you could not use? Do you know the frame The one atop our hearth, The one we left behind When our ‘palace’ kissed the earth. I saw it…

Did you know- a poem

Did you know.. There are parts of me that love you There were parts that fell in love There are parts of me forgotten And parts that float above. There are parts of me for others Those parts for smores and mothers. For every…