Poems from Katydid Trap
Love is a mystery.
I walk through this field
Of flowers I now see
And wonder how they got there.
Love is a blessing.
I count all the...
What is this nagging? This twisting, curling worm inside me?
Here it comes raging as it eats what’s left of my soul.
What is my ailment?...
Gloomy days have their charm
When accompanied by pen and paper,
Or a book in your arm.
Emotions can change with one lonely word:
No. Gone. Dead. Stay. Wait. Goodbye.
Lives can be altered with only two:
I’m sorry. We’re through...
I can’t hear you, God, as I plea for help.
I am stuck, needing you, yet you’re not here.
I cannot hear you answering.
I don’t notice you...