Here is a poem from my first collection, Sanity is Boring.
It is an odd poem. I originally wrote it for my wife, and considered it a love poem. Or, at least, a heartfelt ode to her.
She didn’t get it. And still doesn’t.
So, I’ve reassessed it and… think she’s crazy. See what you think:
Elixir
Should I confine
In drops of time
The gifts received and undeserved
It would, I think
Comprise a drink
To quench the fiercest thirst
To satiate
And fill the plate
Of the most insatiable appetites
To gently sting
And spread my wings
To lift on borrowed wind, to flight
May I recall
Before I fall
The liquid that bubbled life
And heartily share
That blessed snare
The devoted warden formed, my wife
If you like that poem, you may like the collection. You can pick up the print version at Amazon or Createspace. I hope to get them out in Kindle soon too. Let me know if that interests you.
