My Poetry
I’m in the process of surveying my web pages and getting rid of some things I’m no longer pleased with, moving some things to the blog, reorganizing some things, etc. But I don’t really know what to do with the poetry I’ve written that I had on the web site, much of which I now view with mixed feelings.
Though they vary significantly in style, tone, and quality, I had originally chosen to make each poem public for one reason or other, so for the time being, I’m going to link from here to the poems’ pages themselves but refrain from re-posting them here at this time.
Inheritance
Plea
Song of Solitude
Untitled, 1988
Untitled, 2004
The Walking Wounded
What Harvest?
You really do have a gift..
These few lines below are so beautifully crafted, and so real/natural, Its unbelievable..
For a grandmother who still is not free
of nightmares about when she was three,
but she’s on the narrow road,
and she knows she’s not alone.
If I could be so brash, could I ask you to take a look at something I have written and comment?(Sometimes It feels like Im writing nothing that has any rhyme or reason and would appreciate a few words from someone like you
)
http://www.thisisby.us/index.php/?&u=11991&sc=2
Comment by streetsideguitarman — March 27, 2008 @ 11:57 am