"glassworks" poems
You drag me along
Fields of glass
Pushing my face in the
Shards resembling dirt
To your crystal cliff
Release me down
The spectral drop
Might be beautiful
If it weren’t the end
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
*his glassworks
of enflaming color
do not display as
central balance..
vertical symmetry
reserved for more
sturdy times..
we might ask
is truth best told
as slant
Emily so in-formed..
the creation we muse
is always slant
slant color shading light..
for without color
beauty fades...*
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
The love was a glassworks,
but I am longing to see you.
Your love has never left me afraid,
as your love has always been part of my journey.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC