Poetic Interlude #5
Embarrassment I long to cast aside and break The ponderous chains of silent desperation That I β that we β have bound So cruelly tight around me: Twisted ropes that … Continue reading Poetic Interlude #5
Embarrassment I long to cast aside and break The ponderous chains of silent desperation That I β that we β have bound So cruelly tight around me: Twisted ropes that … Continue reading Poetic Interlude #5
In myth, Atlas holds up the heavens, But it seems this world is mostly sky. I wonder at the airy places in my heart, Where cool numbness rises to form … Continue reading Poetic Interlude #4
High O’er the Mist High oβer the mist the crimson sun will rise, And burn off shadows with its fiery staves; Will kiss the sea that ever glistening sighs, And … Continue reading Poetic Interlude #3
April Mornings With warm weather comes the promise That the steel of my heart, tempered With short, cold winter afternoons Will soften a little in the sun β Just enough … Continue reading Poetic Interlude #2
I spent about an hour on Saturday night waiting for the Supermoon.Β It was mostly cloudy, so I could only catch some brief glances when the sky peeked through.Β I … Continue reading A Poetic Interlude