Poems from merrileggs
Gentle words, soothing and caring,
Filling the holes with stones.
They don't fit right, but they stop
the heartache, the sadness, the...
What was so important
About that sleek, ebony cat,
Darting between distractions
On that gritty, black asphalt?
If the sun is too bright,
Searing the fire-hot yellows and sunset reds behind closed lids,
And the taste
Of warm air stirs too slowly in...
She belongs to the Poet
She was His creation
Of Clay then Flesh
He sucked the words from her mouth,
The flesh from her bones
The meat of...
Vaulted trees,
A Cathedral over my head,
Its branches, flying buttresses,
Protect me.
Grey, crumbling bark
And hundreds of rings and...