I should probably title this particular Irrewind, "Bad Poetry," for even though my first few efforts here haven't been altogether bad, most of the poems I've written since have been - even I'll agree - crap. There's always one or two lines that stick out, but that's not enough to make me happy (for consistently competent poetry, I'll have to direct you to Life at Willow Manor, The Alchemist's Pillow, and The Far Queue).
Anyway, here you go... as always, criticism is welcome and desired.
There's a song between breaths
from respiratory winds... Read More
"A Mighty Wind"
Wind of change, unwanted
With her gale in the wrong direction
Wildflowers, once gently caressed... Read More
remember when the conversation
turned from orange to violet
an end to ends, all over again... Read More
Feathers of ice
falling from a dying bird
that I cannot see... Read More
"The Heartbroken of Narcissus"
Your buried past
above ground, once
when it all began... Read More