Poems from ThatDodgyOne
Inky eyes, soft padded feet
A bright white flash, a dot among
a smooth, soft sinowy mass of body
A body coiled, bright eyes round.
A...
The page screams out
A faintly blinking blank screen in front
Of the pale face of the writer.
She stares with list
Disappointment at...
Velvet triangles, shiny black buttons
and soft pink hands
that grip the underside of my window.
He is peaceful, finally fully unafraid...
There are no obituaries for Sylvia Plath.
A fact that I find most interesting.
For a revolutionary in free-form poetry, a less-than-...
There are big and little things that make life great. The little things are what I live for, like sunshine on a clear blue day or clean...