Obscure Poetry

Poetry that might not be understood by readers, but flows for me.

Unexpected Birth Of A Poem

I sit here...wind and rain hard biting at my window, yet never allowing stirrings to take shape; with mind like those tangled weeds that have nowhere...

Allowing Letting Go

Don't waver – observe the beat, monitor and feel sounds that cleanse motivation; stimulating action as hours – minutes – seconds swamp minds with...

Right Here In Contemplation

When reason takes a back seat, my room symbolizes transporting of imprinted essence, no need for any movement; pen travels, fingers guiding the way;...

What's Not Written

How can I prepare to welcome new verses when lapse of memory chases days and nights; voices floating; emotions longing to be carried in flight,...