Perig3e

Perig3e Jan 2011

I'm a poetry critic.
They call me "Homeric Wrecker."

Perig3e Jan 2011

close your eyes,
settle your mind,
still your heart,
we will be one in silence.

Perig3e Jan 2011

Poetry is like sculpture;
one removes everything,
that is not poem.

Perig3e Jan 2011

You are?

You are a stolen moment,
a lost afternoon;
a well spent decade?
Perhaps a last memory,
inhaled into one's last breath.

Perig3e Jan 2011

To be nothing
is to define everything;
there is no music
without pause,
no form, no shape
without margin.

I dedicate this poem to you :

Perig3e Jan 2011

"Morning light, dear one."
'You were great last night', "I was?!"
'Again', your rejoinder.

Perig3e Jan 2011

The alchemy of love
is that two can be one
at a distance.