Poems from Andrew Rymill
deep in
the disturbed
depths of night
angles with
majestic hammers
beat on
the clumsy
anvil of my brain
what
storms
of spritus...
A poem's design should become apparent like after a winter storm a kitten's paw prints empty spaces between paw prints and fallen...
The faucet whispers
soon the
well will be
emptying
no matter
how
often
i try
to pump
cabled cabinet
futile for
the acquiffer
is...