Memory
Amongst the old books again
The order of the poems in which they were first discovered
Flint-sparks that echo the lightnings and thunderous skies of long ago,
now become sacred and magical on return–
Memory become poetry.
Versions
I dreamt of a grove — a grove that gives man visions.
We walked through it, my friends and I,
and realized how fragile our versions of reality were.
We saw a dog trotting effortlessly– with much more ease than us– through the trees.
Love
The thing that doesn’t care that it is a symbol for countless different things.
One Response to “Poems from 2011”
Very nice! Loved them.