The Poet Dreamer Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams, Sleep of light thought of lines of poems Forgotten upon rising. We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions Much less our own lives, Our greatest dream and illusion. The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each other In active play as... Continue Reading →
Shadow
Shadow Shadow clings to me; I, to the Light. No angle to the sun Will rid me of Shadow. Shadow is tallest At highest Light, And dimmest At highest Night. Freedom from Shadow Is an illusion. She is always over my shoulder and Hard to slap When she constantly rebukes me Into my tormented... Continue Reading →
The Poet Dreamer
The Poet Dreamer Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams, Sleep of light thought of lines of poems Forgotten upon rising. We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions Much less our own lives, Our greatest dream and illusion. The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each other In active play as... Continue Reading →