Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
...P E R S U A D E R E ...
foliage
enchantments drip
like kisses
down the springdrenched
long ago
upturned as a sigh
the miles of spendthrift
sky
billowing with her yarns
and tales streaming
caught on the moons
sharp blade
cutting heart
killing
moon
sotto terse sonnets
the turned hip
glean of stars
like glitter dust
cool and arid
we are a thousand
miles
from touch
we are a voice
one
given
to heavens
longing
Editing stage:
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.
Comments
Esker
Wed, 2012-10-10 23:54
Writers life...
no great romance...
just the vestiges of what was gleaned
the few storm tossed nights..
the all night train runs
pulling into Union Station Toronto
to meet someone
she ..we..
we still write
Im cranking out poems
picturing what it was like
to live
what it was like to feel
that in a fast jagged flow
there was no time to
sugar coat the trip
then....
try to sleep on a cold
coach rocking
keep an eye on my overnight
bag...a gut full of nerves
driven...
like writing
its like that trick to pull the
linen out from under the setting
for me its harder and easier
to just put a few things there
so much of writing is just
ending up with it all on the floor
but then thats the great thing about
it....I always thought I had to write
well from the get go but no
If I made it seemed like Im living
thats great Lonnie!!!
sometimes Im trying so hard to live
I forget that I really am at times
Thanks for reminding me of this friend!!