bareness is reaching out feeling nothing. my fingers grasp a leaden moon. bright light starry night streams forth a deadly glare. as the moon lies and tosses its shiny globe smiles beneath. an empty sky void of fire, earth, and wind stormy night flexes its might as I lay asleep finally with the dawn.
What a creative and effective style. Like well done modern art, I read the words several times, seeing different pictures and feeling different emotions. It is trully alive and interactive with the reader.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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