The thing I like best about your poetry is, that I think you are putting to words, exactly what you are looking at in your physical reality. At least I feel like i'm looking through your eyes!
This can be a counter-poem to Heaney’s “Door into the Dark”. Your doors are “lamp-lit”. And I like the liminal quality this poem has with all the evidence of life, but no person in sight.
Agree with the other comments. To me, your poems lack the need for any interpretation or understanding (in the traditional sense). Reading them is an experience in itself. It is as if I am simply borrowing your senses and feeling what you might have felt (with a somewhat heightened awareness) in that one brief moment. Bravo my friend! 🙏☺️
The thing I like best about your poetry is, that I think you are putting to words, exactly what you are looking at in your physical reality. At least I feel like i'm looking through your eyes!
The poem is from my first book, Areas of Fog. That book attempted to do just what you describe!
This can be a counter-poem to Heaney’s “Door into the Dark”. Your doors are “lamp-lit”. And I like the liminal quality this poem has with all the evidence of life, but no person in sight.
Love this. Makes me desire to know the whole story.
Thank you dear friend Holly Math Nerd!
Great.
You're amazingly good
I liked that "row" that can be also be a quarrel
Agree with the other comments. To me, your poems lack the need for any interpretation or understanding (in the traditional sense). Reading them is an experience in itself. It is as if I am simply borrowing your senses and feeling what you might have felt (with a somewhat heightened awareness) in that one brief moment. Bravo my friend! 🙏☺️