Love hasn’t gone Just set aside For a while A failure to recognize The adjoining Rhythm of strings And skins, wind Tapping at the cusp
Tag: Prose
Just Another Day, It Seems
In between This, that and the other Lies A common ground Unseen, distorted Misunderstood Through a lens Of pseudo-virtue Good intentions Driven by fear And
(un)poetic Release Day!
Congratulations to M. Ennenbach on the release of his debut poetry collection. A heartfelt thank you to everyone who pre-ordered the eBook and those of
A Likelihood of Saints
There it is again At the corner Of my eye Dangling, distracting A tiny strand Twitching, dancing As if From a marionette’s Interpretive hand Like
The Poet – part 2
Was it a sequence Of words Drifting in and out Like the last time I tried to sleep Through the Drowning sands With silica dreams
Nothing
I grow tired of the reflection How it always stares back at me Like an old friend I’ve watched over the years Condescending, knowing, judging
