poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

Month: May, 2016

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

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.)