Poems from Annette M Velasquez
First,
there's an eerie proverbial
stillness
the calm-
followed by that spooky
greenish
cast
and then the gathering
of
clouds
a darkening-...
Moon-
(not morn,
nor noon)
cool brook
flows
smooth...
orb looks
on
foggy woods
floor-
on blooms
of color-
(showy)
so, old moon
glows gold-...
"Touched with Fire"
- an intriguing title
to a book, then a movie
both deal with a thin line-
that hairsbreadth
between
madness
and art...
Love is not-
about power and control
it isn't an assassin
of dreams and aspirations
it never
humiliates
or
belittles
-it is not a want-led...
Space-
truly the final frontier
it is limitless
and it's expanse
unreachable, unmeasurable, unknowable...
Still,
we are a curious species,...