I resolved to master a new spirit and wish for strength in this unlikely hour.
New Spirit
Lost Love
Writing poetry is a compulsion because I have lost love.
His Words
His words, their sound, rendered everything else trivial. His name caught her attention and she would have caught his eye if he gave her the opportunity.
My Words
My words smoulder in his heart.
Morning Air
The morning air began to bleed into the beautiful earth. Birds sang across the field and the sun rode across the sky.
Silly Troubles
You throw aside your life to silly troubles and complain time isn't enough for you. What could you accomplish by that?
Ohio
Home in October is cornfields and picking apples in Ohio.
The Future
I'm afraid the faded world is silent proof the future may depend on the present.
Alone
Alone, month by month, loneliness burned.
Misery
My misery loves company.
