Poems from Genaveve
Little one, don't be glum
I know you loved him so
As they say – a horse with broken legs
is dead anyways
But you had to pull the trigger...
Somewhere the old songbird still sings
She preens while he avoids mirrors
dry bed, once a creek
yet they still feel it flowing slowly
A...
Well I reread your letter...
Funny how things change-
lovers go from loving,
everything usual feels strange.
Words are not enough,
like the wonder of first love
seen in sweeping hills,
feeling eternity in the fields
more open than my eyes,
smiling...
I met a dying sun, all red and gold
My lighter wouldn't catch a flame,
So the stars came slowly,
and we said goodbye
Is it not enough to...