"Scattered leaved with poetic imprints." My new collection of poetry. |
P.(tree)Log ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Well, it's now mid- 2019 and this is still the only book I use to house part of my new poetry. I began using it years ago due to a lack of storage space in my over-700 item WDC portfolio. I really need to do some spring, summer, fall and winter cleaning. There are still lots of static items which have never received any mention by other members here. But that's part of the problem of being a writer ( musician, artist, actor ... ). I do not know how to network. Thanks for discovering this link. Please leave a comment. Bookmark it, please.... This is a writing site and not FarceBrook where it's so easy just to press the button "LIKE." (( And I am not a fan of the fact that WDC has added it. )) |
stars prick memory from my eyes hide nothing even moonlessness your supernova consumes us both fires that cannot tame lust to love and let no mundaneness seep through the cracks not to breath in its fury stifles my heart light must wane and wax, even ache, it must see beyond the filters of day and night my love is a night flower blooming not in black blindness, but the dew of cool and its gentle breezes, can you not resist the deep nest in my arms, content with my ordinary desires? the bright burn of fire [2018.2.5…a] The origin of this poem is from the following line by Shakespeare: “Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.” Macbeth Each word of the phrase becomes the first word of each line of the new poem. It's a great exercise. |