aspiring poet working on his first chapbook of poetry...
June Snow Living in perspective, lines never meet. It is such a contrast, the wall, not the wall, the description on the wall beside
By Gerry Thibeault8 days ago in Poets
Simple Therapy Of course I want to tell them. Much of the time I had better things to do. Coral does not have a therapist,
By Gerry Thibeault11 days ago in Poets
mornings light first thing tomatoes on the verge of sharing pint of view
By Gerry Thibeaultabout a month ago in Poets
wind with windmills chime grass and barley both agree drama queen, the sky
strange places I go when a Neanderthal path cross winds beneath us
what rushes in time unconditionally falls yellow maple leaves
black rain in Iran the presence of history tangible by touch
when running, I run exploiting sagas come true a red winged black bird
hair brushing my skin warmth of her lit eyes open a moths wings flutter
big herds of music rhythms of time existing notes only skin deep
apple blossom heat sometimes my wings are melting a breath at the end
you can’t fake drama a bank statement will pinpoint start of a cold snap
