poetry diary

Poetry is just the evidence of your life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. (Leonard Cohen)

Month: May, 2016

A rain storm in May

Across newt-kissed pond
floating apple blossom spreads,
and grey skies turn blue.

Remembering Hj

You helped free a poet.
Once,
contemplating a vase of flowers;
and again,
by candlelight.

A flickering
presence in those moments
shared (such a big word)
in small words (scared.)

Freedom is only the start.

(but thanks, too.)