Poems from paschallt77
I am a poem still unwritten,
a song left unsung;
I am a thousand and two smiles left unsmiled
and a million things left undone;
I am...
They danced again last night.
They,Them, Those and Whom gathered in a sacred room,
Or at least that’s what They said.
They, whose soul...
The quiet stillness
runs her silken fingers
through my hair,
caressing my scalp
with her sensuous massage
All the while she whispers,
“...
Black rain falls on a purple night
A young heart bleeds;
Yearn to be free;
To be heard-
a heady mixture of pride and anger,
Frustration...
( in response to Edward Hopper’s painting, Cobb's Barn and Distant Houses)
Weren’t you there last evening?
Oh, come now
I saw you there...