Showing posts with label poetry morgue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry morgue. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 January 2019

Wordblind (February 5, 2011)

I don't understand
Why people say
My writing is powerful
To them.

When
All I see
Is a bunch of characters
Written in my writing.

Or typed
On a computer screen.

What is wrong with me
That I am blind
To this power
Of my written verse.

Or is it
Just another example
Of the damage done
From my childhood?

Just once
I would love
To see.

What others witness
In my own writing.

Therisa © 2019

Thursday, 9 March 2017

Without Peace (Fictional) (December 3, 2014)

A word
Nothing more.

Lingers
In my mind
Of you.

All else
Erased
By Father Time.

No matter
How hard
I try
To see you
In my mind's eye.

One last time.

Robbing me
That last moment
We embraced
Forever.

Never getting
To say
Good-bye.

Therisa © 2014

Author's note: A fictional poem, from my poetic morgue.

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