Poems from Sylvia Davis Mar
I'm sorry I didn't grow up
A boy being told he could be anything
I wanted.
We walked aimlessly with direction
happening upon that one perfect moment.
To Rest.
Sizzled mimosa...
I lost that timeworn, white gold wedding band, the one that represented a broken purity that we as humans have destroyed.
I lost my stern...
In craftsman-like precision, the professionally sculpted syntax arranges into a pristine queue Scaling the page's length and width,...
There are times that I miss you deeply.
It comes like a crisp September wind.
Your eyes, they dazzle all over me,
Then I realize it’s all...