Poems from JPGeo
It lives in lonely, restless, quiet nights with no one to talk to;
In physical imperfections screaming from reflections in the mirror...
“Are you going to eat me”, the koi asked the cormorant?
“No, I don’t have any plans to eat you”, said the cormorant.
“I’m glad” said...
She was at the age of reflection,
Compulsive recollecting of a life lived.
The past, her past, pouring forth
In soul-stirring tides of...
December air is a colder cold the hours before dawn.
Well suited but too cold to lay, deer are on the move.
A hunter couches in the...
I hope I’m 17 in Heaven
Rock’n Van Halen, sneaking into bars
Living for the night and hanging in the sun.
Sure hope I’m 17 in Heaven when...