Poems from smitk3602
There are
A thousand sentences
Running through my mind,
Painting strokes
Of scenery
And still I cannot find
A single phoneme
That best...
Monday
I walk into the shine,
Admire buds with
Beauty fine,
And thorns that
Kiss
With subtle prick,
And stems
That by the day
Grow thick--...
I drove through shaded green canopies
To the boundary of land and water,
And as I tiptoed across crumbled rock
Careful
Not to fill my shoes...
You always linger
After you leave,
Like coffee stains on paper
It's only heart that stands
so still
But hands and voice still waiver.
I'm...
I want the shoreline,
the foamy white waves
colliding
into rock
like soldiers sparring in battle;
the horizon brushed
with soft strokes
of...