Scene, Set and Match. A poem.

Scene: a small, Italian restaurant. Two newly-matched. Time set aside. Something right and something wrong. Laughter and humility. Understanding and empathy. Certainty and unreality. Scene, set and match. Let’s do this all again, shall we? For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or theContinue reading “Scene, Set and Match. A poem.”

First Meet. A poem.

Audacious, the old me would have said, To fly so straight and true, Like an arrow knocked and loosed To sail into the air above the heads Of warring knights and daring do, To find it’s mark in the heart of hearts, The tree of chance that lies in you. No mysticism here, without/within, ToContinue reading “First Meet. A poem.”

Overkill. A poem.

A stream of consciousness, As deeply philosophical And wittingly succinct As Plato would suggest— Taut and streamlined, Delivered with equal measures Of eloquence and cynicism, Of fecund elucidation And resonant aspiration. Not every dinner conversation Needs such enigmatic, energetic discourse. Perhaps the weather will suffice? For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for theContinue reading “Overkill. A poem.”