Thanks, Paul! Glad you liked them. I've really been trying to step it up the last several weeks. I guess we always would say that, but something's working better lately.
Neal Cassidy was from Denver. He wrote a book about growing up with his father living in flophouse and sleazy hotels. A life that turned him into the free flowing vagabond guy, Kerouac at his side.
First line gorgeous.
Thanks, Suzanna!
Really nice poem Matthew and I like the imagery of the first 3 lines especially. Best of luck with the job prospect as well.
Thank you, Neil! That first stanza seems to work well. I’m glad.
Beautiful! I wrote this in November:
You are an orikata—
Your eyes unfold like silk paper,
Revealing vibrant colours
That pierce and escape
Into the vastness beyond,
Soaring into the wide, wide sky—
You are an origami.
I love the coincidence here! Well done.
“lovers who couldn’t make their ends meet” —wonderful lines throughout, Mathew
Thanks, Paul! Glad you liked them. I've really been trying to step it up the last several weeks. I guess we always would say that, but something's working better lately.
Neal Cassidy was from Denver. He wrote a book about growing up with his father living in flophouse and sleazy hotels. A life that turned him into the free flowing vagabond guy, Kerouac at his side.