Poem Body
angular
defined by the crooks
of letters
turned so that
their faces twist
into sheer delight
blazing
as open windows
in a burning house
so hot that the frame
morphs
into his haunted face
strong
if only for fleeting glimpses
into the future
that never came
and the passion
the passion
that has always
been
Comments
two passions ...too close may ingnite ..as dynamite
....''''''and the passion
the passion...''''
change one to take
and the other one to make
use different words you have just joined Stan's
word changing world
thank you for mentioning me
can you give a similar suggestion
on my maestro one
thanks in advance
shelters of glass
smitten smelters
winter curls flat its vivid sharpness
sinking into the exposed
the early darkness
here..there..
a magnificent poem
a true passion
thank you poet
. . .
october...
mid way through sept.....
your poetry then
I felt...
recall reading...
a loop...
thank U
then....
au loup
and now.....
supp...excellent poem...
bored out of my gourd today
dug into the old timey stuff
re posting this...
middle of work here...
our gardens beautiful
love summer...
the heat...
all the proper girls in
cotton dresses
girly wear
Im always on my sidewalk
biker bike zooming about
checking em out...
Miss the old Neopoet
dayz of then
chats...
but modern it is...
and nothing wrong
with enjoying an old
read...
the old look back
tah
cheers!!
Mr Wolfie Face!