In my mind I have loved you in so many waysand all the words that were unspokenwere whispered and were said. In my mind I have loved you in so many waysI loved you every morningI loved you in my bed. In my mind I have loved you in so many waysI loved you till my heart...
That was thenand now it’s overall that was is gone for good—the honey days and stinking cloversdrifted by as well they should. Now time trickles slowly byforming spikesand stalactitesin that frozen caveyou call your heart. That was thenAnd now it’s overthere’s no more...
My poem ‘The Night Before Doom’s Day’ has been published on Spillwords.com . Many thanks to the Editors for the selection. I am honored! This poem is the first in a trilogy I wrote about our Corona days. Watch the #spokenwordpoetry video of this poem...
It is dark.The sun sunk behind the trees a plume of pink clouds sail lazily byfadinginto the distance–It’s dark. A brood of birdscall and chatter in the leaveswhistling lullabies as they cuddle in for the night.It’s dark.I wish you were here tonightI wish...
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