Poems from Plutogam
Sylvia Plath
was my favourite poetess
still so beautiful
up to her death
beautiful poems
stored in her mind
even in her grave
they...
I see the eager rain
dancing on my window pane
your in my cool eyes again
looking wild and tame
dropping coins in the wishing well
we...
As the city sleeps ,in its morning dust
and I walk the streets ,of bother and fuss
and I follow my feet , wherever they go
from my heart...
Amongst the flowers of love
in the heart of the garden
in the still wind
of it’s perfumed scene
in a dreaming heaven
of 3d glasses
on it...
I dream inside my garden shed
amongst the tools and pitted bench
the sun shines through, the tell tale cracks
the door creaks , too it’s...