Posted by admin on April 22, 2009
Your eyes sparkle on the tip of a laugh,
Dimples calling for an echo at last.
Your smile’s shadow stalks my mind,
A pleasant memory of happy times.
I endure the hated gulf of minutes
That keeps me from your side.
At last we meet, we touch, and I feel
The face that makes all my senses reel.
Posted by admin on March 13, 2009
Sitting in the dark, I miss you.
My LCD blinks at me.
A car whirs by.
I think of you.
You think of me.
Or do you?
I write.
I think.
I do not sleep.
And you?
You miss me too.
The important thing about writing poetry, as I’ve discovered is to simply write consistently. The good poems come when they want to. The rest of the time it is just words put together with a bit of hope for something inspiring. I hope you enjoy today’s post.