A Tanka On The Corner Of The Harbourside
A ring around old cobble.
Tag: poem
For The Lady In The Dulcet-Hued Bandana
The wisps of orange marshal light amidst the blue.
A Sonnet On The Surface Of My Coffee
Now sparse the signs of entropied life sit, floating despite th’impossibility.
Some Blank Verse, In Which I Indirectly State That The Sunlight Fills The Room
Now mourned’s the passing peace of night, its flight flown with the scorching licks of star-fire at its torn ‘n frayed heels.
william altoft 