...strains in poetry...

Poems from the Past

A glance at a poetic face & the scent of an effervescent breeze
Hold as much mist, as do the love-at-first-sight tryst
Longing in short, but lighting its momentary art
The swirl in my heart, shaming the tornadoes apart
Here I am in vain... or is it the critical acclaim?

How right... how wrong... how bizzare
Pat came the none...
For... son, not when you're truly home!

The heart's at its Hearth!!!