frank-watson
American
Frank Watson was born in Venice, California and now lives in New York City. He enjoys literature, art, calligraphy, history, jazz, international culture, and travel. / / His publications include Seas to Mulberries, The dVerse Anthology (editor), One Hundred Leaves (translator and editor), Fragments (editor), and Poetry Nook (editor). His work has appeared in various literary journals, anthologies, e-zines, and literary blogs. / / Twitter: @FollowBlueFlute / Poetry Blog: www.followtheblueflute.com
s n o w f a l l s
i n t o
countless little
(wet)
kisses
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
a lifeless desert
holds the ancient tribes’
forgotten script
in a sequence
time scatters the rhymes
of our story’s lines
can we perceive
the shattered letters,
the messages sent?
innocent,
though back in time;
is it now forgiven?
we sail toward fairyland
without a map,
the compass made of stars
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
ghoulish dreams
tattooed
on the *******
of the silent
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
Man is mere delicacy
When kissed by the mosquito;
And the mosquito is a lover,
When trapped in the spider’s net.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
In my dreams
I build a castle
Where the shadows dance
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC