Poems from J.Bird
Poetry abuses me,
Flirts with me one minute and
Abandons me the next.
She gives me palaces
And then she burns them to the ground.
Poetry...
Poetry abuses me,
Flirts with me one minute and
Abandons me the next.
She gives me palaces
And then she burns them to the ground.
Poetry...
Poets are scavengers
That piece together
Abstract thought into skeletons
Of their former glory.
Rain drums her fingers lightly on the window pane,
My only friend through gray days and grayer nights.
My mind is a garden
I water every day
With happy thoughts
Until flowers bloom
And foxes slip quietly
Through the underbrush
To wear those...