voices have left us
our tongues are on hiatus
silence guides our thoughts
and sometimes I hate haikus
I want to devour and regurgitate them
into something more than 15 syllables,
15 fragmented parables when
pasted together create a psalm about you….
Your body is God
the soul of the Trinity
divine in your skin
containing truth but it leaves my fingers
wanting/to write more/ 5-7-5
seems to cheat me at times
like playing the lottery with
1,500,000 to
(1)
odds
but then again…
my fingers start to ache
wandering upon your skin
begging to feel more
I think I’ll eats my haikus today
with a Merlot to wash them down.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help. Beautiful
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