Poems from Kewayne Wadley
The one you seek, hides.You linger about searching.Pink packets of sugar.
Middle of Winter,A flower sings the blues.Painted red then brown.
This morning I caught the blues.I stood on the edge of the spoon with nowhere to go.I tied my shoes and searched for my muse.There she sat...
The next time we meet.I plan to meet you in unnoticed fashion.To come face to face even if you laugh or chase to how far your mind wanders....
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks.Covering myself in the blanket of her caress.While here nothing is heavy.Maintaining the balance of...