Poems from kmw1995
Nostalgia and novelty
How much I do love thee!
Fiction is mere
Magic
Heightened adventure, hidden fear,
Hidden laughter, heightened...
In the mourning is leftover moon dew
The bustle begins as noon arises
Early chill sets while the late flowers bloom
Fervently welcome a...
Flutter here--no, go there
She goes where?
Does she know?
Does she care?
Left her perch in vain search
Sunset red
Will not rest
Little Wren...
How she loathes that fanfare
announcing her hopeless life always veiled.
She hates the rice in her hair,
but deaf ears cannot hear her...
In a dark and dank little cave,
I stay safely hidden away
with hopes and dreams and secret fears,
everything I'd like you to hear.
I keep...