Poems from The Furthest City Light
Amateur poet and writer enjoying the freedom of publishing poetry without concern for profit or market--these things simply are.
He stands like power incarnate, as Right.
With staff and globe, in light in dark in pride,
He wills and I am moved--refracted light...
We are bound and always fall
Stutter forward, sad and stupid.
Shared desperation makes us crawl
--it burns, like fire
like gravel on palms...
I am a leaf,
Floating on a breeze,
Shifting and twisting,
as the wind stings me along.
I am a pebble in a brook,
rubbed smooth by the...