STAY AWAY FROM THE FOG AND THE MARSH. I MEAN, WHY ONE DOES INSIST ON HURTING THEMSELVES THAT WAY? I KNOW YOU CAN'T HELP WHERE DREAMS TAKE YOU AND A HEART ONLY LOVES LIKE THAT ONCE BUT...IT'S TOO MUCH PAIN THERE, LET IT GO! REACH FOR THE HANDS, THE NAIL SCARRED HANDS...THEY'RE YOUR RESCUE! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
A bold attempt at innovative rhythm, lines, and pacing, not to mention the parallelism. It works well and I like it, Jane. Well done. As for the idea, what poet doesn't like to play around with the idea of fog, the mystery woman, the man dressed in black. You give it a nice touch. As for Jerry's comment below, I am not so sure. I think the "wet kiss" would surely freeze. John
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...
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Regis
Michael D.
Mystic and drama in the Marsh.
Splendid!
Lady Mary Ann
What will she do to evade what seems to be her fate?
She will do what she always does.
Use her mind. Project her body. When his eyes are occupied.
Clobber him with a tree root!
Either that or plant a hot, wet kiss upon his thin, cold lips.