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.
PJ
Persephone’s Choice
He holds my wrists above my head
His hand moves down my body
Like a brand
Not temporary
Not fading with the light of spring
The casual ownership rite of a husband...more
I Am The Road
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
To Desiderius, who always knew...
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
Five Finger Poems
Micro-poetry that fits in the palm of your hand.
Upstairs, Second Door on the Right
Tread softly up the stairs and down the hall to the door marked with yellow caution tape.A warning? A decoration?No light escapes under the door so you think, "If it is empty, it must be safe"...(more)Ybor City Photograph
Downtown Ybor City.You share the frame with the man holding balloons.Sunglasses perched on your head, your hands tightly clutch the streetlamp, and, balancing just so,a small foot hovers daintily above the ground ... (more)
