Poems from TayGow
I was little once, with parents who devoted their lives to mine.
I remember words and pictures, odds and ends of unconnected visions.
Mom...
I'm swimming in a sea of saddness,
running out of breath.
Although it seems I've spotted shore,
I'm always wrong: it's never near.
I wish I...
Here and there you disappear,
an aparition in the dark.
Fading into the past: mistakes.
You're not what I imagined.
In three thousand feet...
In the winter, cold and bleak,
I sat upon my window seat. Looking out into the world,
I saw a bird perched in the snow. No doubt this bird...
The grass has withered
and turned to dust.
All we see is dust.
The wind is cold...