Aubade, or: Love requited

A blues stanza Thursday night at my 'puter, watch'n skies brighten, Still at my 'puter when it start'n to brighten, I scowl t'ward the window as it lets tha light in. If I don' go to bed, I won' be getting no shut-eye, Too many nights I been getting no shut-eye, Tired in tha daytime...… Continue reading Aubade, or: Love requited

Dawn, or: Twilight

A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas tall, frosted windows reflecting dawnโ€™s rays as the horizon lights up deep purple morning glories under cotton clouds opening to rain marking the autumn season harbinger of winter chill look upon a dull, brown world spelling tender petals' ends How to read a Cleave poem? Simply:… Continue reading Dawn, or: Twilight