Poet's Rainbow
What lies dominant in a poets mind till...
As sorrow drifts among my dreams
And night fades in to gray...
My thoughts
are like bubbles restlessly...
I once,
ran my fingers...
Branches move and sadly sway
Their farewell to this long day...
My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...
Like all the men
I've ever adored...
The tide rises and it falls,
Tame, yet escaping through wrinkled floors...
A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...
Confront distortion,
Calming tide riped to disillusion...
A mug lies before you
filled with coffee...
The identity of expression
is the prowess of artistic creation...