Three, or: More

My 2nd trimeric a self-aware poem may be one whose words and form are two lovers aching to become three to share their love one whose words and form are in harmony pierces swiftly the disconsolate soul two lovers aching to become happy again must heed one another's pain three to share their love penning… Continue reading Three, or: More

Family, or: Qualifiers

My 1st trimeric Families readily fall apart Tearing holes in a once-child's heart Not only the tangible expires Living souls left singed by hell's fires Tearing holes in a once-child's heart Held together by staples and wires Painful lessons doth distance impart Not only the tangible expires We live always a part and apart Sundered… Continue reading Family, or: Qualifiers