This poem was written sometime during the 1986-1987 school year.
A fleeting glance
A longing look
quickly hidden
no one will ever know
no one should ever know
Hidden feelings
rip and rend in frustration
emotional spasms
tightly kept veiled
Should anyone find out
trap door opens in the heart
as a futile escape from truth
is attempted
But now
the feeling
is gone.
I had to avoid the computer last week due to a back spasm, so here is last week’s haiku almost a week late. A fly jit jitters Across our truck’s windshield. Does it know I’m here? Originally posted on 52 Haiku
I was cleaning out my fiction and poetry files this weekend in preparation of renewing my efforts and found this weird little poem I wrote on Oct. 16, 1995. In fact, I don’t remember writing it. It’s in my handwriting and I do remember the line about the streamers, but everything else was like reading…
Here is another poem about D.B., written in 1983. Oh! How I love you, You little ball of fur. Your little booted feet, up to your little white chin. Your long, soft fur is a comfort when I’m sad. Your watchful eyes help me see clearly that you love me as much as I love…
This poem was written in 1983, inspired by my senior ring, which had a blue spinal stone because my favorite color is blue. It was published in the Spring 1984 issue of Metanoia, the Montgomery High School creative writing magazine. Blue Spinal, Spiral me down, down to the depths of your ocean. I see everything…
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This poem, an English class assignment when I was a Junior in High School, was eventually published, at the cost of $35, in the American Poetry Anthology 1986 — my first published poem. It was written in 1983. A tear is a bird set free from its cage of sorrow. The wolf’s lonely cry in…