Poems from 1Therese
You come to my home and leave without a word.
You forget I’m there, though it sounds absurd.
When things go right, you forget me;
When they...
My eye is an ocean of glass,
Soft ripples sparkling beneath sun bright,
Too much darkness below to see.
Even I am blinded to the turbulent...
No morning songs to greet my wearied ears,
No morning light to caress my sleep-pained eyes.
But this hope I’ve carried through the years...
I never did like poetry,
‘Least not in books or school.
There was no A, B; C, B, D, D,
Nor rhythm to beat to.
I never did like poetry,
A...