PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

there is complication of meaning in this colloquial style

sometimes my poetry is what gets lost in translation



night roams while waves crash on wetted and silken sand

created early dreamy sanctuary break of day

above the lighthouse where stars are in dismay

discreet in ginger spray they seem to fade away



they grow a shadow of plum wine colors calm

through my window see the faces of sunrise



mornings dispersed light falls, like time through your fisted hand

under the refuge of silent skies turquoise blue

one lonely cloud runs from the starless waters slough

this fractured idiom of when night and love are through



see the repercussion of biblical altercations

and  the other fabrications that absolutely resist denial