Sunflower
I am the sunflower, I pick up your life, a sun faces to me at noon in the summertime, not sure which way to turn today. Will my head have…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
I am the sunflower, I pick up your life, a sun faces to me at noon in the summertime, not sure which way to turn today. Will my head have…
A Thousand Romances A thousand romances but not one is mine, I’ve searched, I’ve ducked and dived. Like a bird swooping down for insects that is us. You and I…
The incoming tides and what they brought to the shore everything was ethereal and unexpected, by the minute, by the hour, by the day, upon the mainland church, bells were…
God Given Air How much happier I would have been just to enjoy the God given air, I had been given for life, no searching endlessly for truths that never…
Ever deeper underground beyond the throne of the sound of the great Pack Roar lay unforgiving landscapes so far under, one would think or believe that there would be a…