From a nascent poet -
Poetry is such a freedom of expression that it is sometimes labeled good or bad depending on how successfully it conveys the imagery or emotions the poet wishes to share.
My poetry is, as they say, in training. The feelings are real, and I ask your patience in my clumsy attempts to convey them.
He holds my wrists above my head
His hand moves down my body
Like a brand
Not fading with the light of spring
The casual ownership rite of a husband...more
I am the road
over which your sleekness flows.
Art in motion - clean lines and chrome
that shines so hard it burns
the eyes of idle passersby...more
When Desiderius Erasmus died in 1536, he left (in his will) small sums of money to be given to certain young women for their dowries so they could marry.
I often wonder who they were...PJ
Micro-poetry that fits in the palm of your hand.