Welcome to my poetry page. Not to be confused with poetry that I have written, for I do not write poetry. The muse seems to elude me when it comes to that elegant art. I do know some people though that are quite good. We will start out with one featured artist.
The very talented Lora Wellman
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The Fish
He came with the wave
Moving with the gentle
Lap of the ocean's
Soft pull
Brushing against
My life and I held
Tightly, going where he
And the water
Took me.
And, just as I
Became accustomed to
The rolling rythm
Of the trip
He slipped out of my arms
Floating delicately
Out of my reach
And I,
I tried not to drown.
Tonight
As I sit cross legged
I imagine it fits
Fits like the ring in the box
Over there
That I would sit here like this
Surrounded by
The fruits of
My own vain desires.
The mess that I've made.
And, I imagine it's right
As right as the hand
That once held mine
That I lay in the dark
Alone with the embrace of
Eternity
In the bed that I've made
I can take it
I must
It's only right.
To partake of some more of this great stuff visit Lora's Page